Lloyd Banks - Major League

Lloyd Banks - Major League

Текст песни: Major League

[Hook]
There ain't no way out it, baby, the streets been calling me lately
Infatuated with payment, the feeling made me go crazy
Avoid the frauding and phony
You meet your maker mistake me
Reflection of the bros that came before me, fuck you, pay me
Uh, chronic by the cases, out here counting faces
Ducking, dodging cases, large amounts to fazers
Handing out the vapers, with the cars they gave us
Bottom to the majors, made a job for haters

[Verse]
Uh!
They don't want no smoke with 'em, been a problem already
And you don't want the underdog to get light, gotta go heavy
I'm fresh up outta a fewsome, their bottom losing on entry
Lyrical bomb essentially, cookie smooth, blood out the Benzie
Uh, I lose my mind, too much resting, time's out went empty
I done bully these niggas flows to protection, high-powered MC
Woke up in all competition, it compliments me
With practice, shout out to Century, starting my rhyming frenzy
I barely wipe the hate gone, chillin', feet up like Draymond
You put in that work you stay long, Warrior is my parade song
Callin' your props, your fame's gone
You were raised wrong
I dun lost my marbles, traveled back to space for 'em
Heavenly minded tape form
For the love of the evil dollar, I need to holla
Life's a heffa, been dreamin bout 'em, new schemes are horror
Seperate from the team of power, blue dream and sour
Here's to the greenest hour, my verses is a M16s a shower
Fuck you gon hold up the leanin' tower, I beam and pow ya
None of you punks gon stop the show, block moves like Hakeem around ya
OGs stuck on gorilla glue, horror mix the smoke
Push my hand in a cino, pulled a 100 grand and hit them folks
Line ups will cut all the bullshit out, keep the clippers close
Land of the broken borrowers, niggas stealin my shit the most
I do [?] and I'm ripping through walls like Andy DuFrane
Thoughts of a missing screw brain
I'm Bruce Wayne
Calling me getcha booth flamed
I don't care how trends change, still rock a loose chain
Boredom on top the food chain
Fall on the spot Ka-Boom range
Same energy different coast
Decades now of designer I'm dishing close
Pop and scale enough bottles to swim in those
Ive been ridin since windows rose
Joinin rings and timbo souls
Call your king, my intro gold
Heart of me's never been so cold
Gossips a bitches role, men move around in silence
Planted feet on rappers neck still, mannequin challenge balance
I'm damanged and silence silent
Images arounded stounded
Thinkin achor, one of you shift handlers bout bout it
New LP, I'll bring the glory back and neutralize the corny rapping
Cruisin over lappin, discography keept the shawtys mackin
Discipline the wrong reaction, leavin' you in the sporty casket
Niggas only cool in this era, back then theyll all be average

[Hook]
There ain't no way out it, baby, the streets been calling me lately
Infatuated with payment, the feeling made me go crazy
Avoid the frauding and phony
You meet your maker mistake me
Reflection of the bros that came before me, fuck you, pay me
Uh, chronic by the cases, out here counting faces
Ducking, dodging cases, large amounts to fazers
Handing out the vapers, with the cars they gave us
Bottom to the majors, made a job for haters


Lloyd Banks

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