[Lloyd Banks:]
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I've seen a hoop dream turn into a death wish
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Get into trouble, no problem. You're on the guest list
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They wondering how we got trapped in it and my guess is
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It's reckless when you're young, black and you restless
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Been up the streets this week and all
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Conversation breached the wall
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Ain't no secrets y'all, you're speaking to all
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You got a small way of thinking if you're thinking you're better
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Ain't a dollar that'll keep shit together
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I'm Knee deep in the gutter
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My dawg said he go to sleep in his color
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He hit the blunt, took the world, and got the reaper to stutter
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A year spared from a weeping mother
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My scars outside don't match the ones I keep under
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Bet you the devil ain't going to sleep this summer
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The heat will come leave your ass cold, you're holding a number
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Humble down if you ain't from the town
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Talking like you're running shit
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And you just run around, when it all falls down
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Hook:
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Forever, I'm going to stay alive
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Bred to handle anything, yeah, put here to rise
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Like the purple flowers, paint the sky
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Still taking chances, better make it by
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Forever I'm going to keep it real
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Brought up in the field, another dream for the street to kill
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We hope the money ease the mind
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I need a way out like I need to rhyme
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[Vado:]
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This life a drug homie and I been an addict
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Can't talk money if you never had it
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You were never made from a better average
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I'm here to become a king like Coretta marriage
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Beretta packed and get together a package
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Grease covered in plastic and it bubbles for traffic
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I'm bumping you bastards when I'm all off goose
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Put a hole in one, yeah, we play golf too
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No control, no power over this rap biz
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we louder than Khaled ad-libs
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Breathe sour like a fat did
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.. what the trap is
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Guess it's too much cheese to be getting
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Flip what? You only turn keys in the ignition
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Ten hut, keep the army in position
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I army the commission, we all meet in tradition
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What's up?[
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ook]
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Hook:
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Forever, I'm going to stay alive
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Bred to handle anything, yeah, put here to rise
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Like the purple flowers, paint the sky
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Still taking chances, better make it by
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Forever I'm going to keep it real
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Brought up in the field, another dream for the street to kill
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We hope the money ease the mind
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I need a way out like I need to rhyme
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[Lloyd Banks:]
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Little homie said I'm full of good living
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Hope momma put a bid in cause her dude in prison
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You know who's always there and who's been missing
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Kind of what you're used to with no supervision
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Clean yourself and rezone remission
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Still trying to avoid collision so I'm riding out Coupe precision
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Rumors carried by young niggas and stupid women
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Go on, that's forbidden, here's my new beginnings
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Rims spinning, I'm through walking
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You don't really want shit with me, dawg, you're moon barking
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My clothes come in two, I need a few coffins
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Tell'em I did it my way then take my shoes off them
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Ending this like the movie paper views often
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Old cowards spreading knowledge that the fools taught them
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Though many got the same minds, I won a huge portion
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I hit the lot, get high, hear my crew talking
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Hook:
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Forever, I'm going to stay alive
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Bred to handle anything, yeah, put here to rise
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Like the purple flowers, paint the sky
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Still taking chances, better make it by
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Forever I'm going to keep it real
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Brought up in the field, another dream for the street to kill
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We hope the money ease the mind
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I need a way out like I need to rhyme
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Paint The Sky
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Lloyd Banks |