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出演艺人
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
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制作和工程
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Shadow Magnetic
Shadow Magnetic
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歌词

Uh, too much trauma to count the scars I laid down the bricks in this house of ours Bitches mount the stars, every October, there's monster bars Fuck an entourage, take your ass back to your mom's garage I'm here to stomp the frauds Blood on my shoes and my outfit's hard I need a council card, I'm losin' myself Two arms to guard, flew through miles of fog Land where it's hard to pronounce the broads All for steady work for hatin'-ass niggas, few thousand jobs Keep your foul facade, a hundred my jaws A hundred percent to the finish, I hope the entire panel's critics Nothin' in common with quitters, check out my analytics There ain't no such thing as 'can't', that's how we handle limits And wrappin' the work, I cross over to the piano business Won't get the steal on me, my handle different I've seen this shit before, the channel's glitchin' Follow my manuscriptin' And money ain't everything, but need a damn prescription You niggas can't be around here without permission Make it without leavin' your soul Awareness is the key to control You fall, get back up, breathe and reload Tellin' is tellin', fuck the reason he told Word to the young, wild and reckless, hope you live to be old Ain't nothin' like reachin' a goal They turn on you, they eatin' too slow Some friends, you gotta leave on the road The streets'll hurt you, better leave 'em alone Unless you ready, he who wears the crown knows it's heavy (uh) All of the losers miss me, therefore my mood is shifty Talkin' your worth don't mean a thing, you gotta prove it to me I need the newest sticky, foreign car that's doin' 60 Bought up in this land The bloodsuckers never get blue when hickeyed The newest Louis in maroon, I'm picky The respectable dawgs'll quit me The reason none of your rumors fit me Figured the independent route'll push the check through Niggas was quiet, but when your mics weren't on They disrespect you The neighborhood made me special Most comfortable when the temp is risin' Make classic shit out of nothin', that's what I specialize in I pull up, it's lyrical exercisin' You're evil on the inside, it won't matter Your physical's mesmerizin' Nothin' came to me easily, do you believe in me? Weavin' out of reality, always there when I need to be Move, don't let the demons see, I got it on lock Go key-for-key, ain't no teachin' me I been through it all repeatedly Make it without leavin' your soul Awareness is the key to control You fall, get back up, breathe and reload Tellin' is tellin', fuck the reason he told Word to the young, wild and reckless, hope you live to be old Ain't nothin' like reachin' a goal They turn on you, they eatin' too slow Some friends, you gotta leave on the road The streets'll hurt you, better leave 'em alone Unless you ready, he who wears the crown knows it's heavy
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Christopher Lloyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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