Mind Over Matter Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Never mind what you told me homie
I never held you to it
[?] for disappointment
Feeling like I always knew it
I don't need no distractions
Save your opinions for amusement
I'm a musician trapped in this game of lames
Fuck all that cool shit
I was bred for this, sweat tears and bled for this
Rocked out necklace, washed out debts this
Illest living, my round, heads will twist
Bow down next to piss
See me barely, my mind's excellence
My bitext to kiss my technicals
Five times exorcist
One time specialist
Fast time slacking hard times catching up
[?], constant pressure fuck, fuck them all
Crack them with my platinum plaques
Sneaky dissing and fashion rap
Gonna have me fueled, relapse
And crack and now it's back to scratch

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Mind over matter
They already been sick of nigga
Now its time to make em madder
(it dont matter they dont matter)
All we know is shinnin' and climbing
Movin' round here with the ladder
Fuck it do it all, there wit it after
Anything that make the money grow faster
No reward, no laughter
Keep ya eyes up no avoiding the rapture
In a matter of time them boys will come at cha'