[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Keep claiming I'm changin', but you're trippin'
Kickin' that stupid shit so long, I start feelin' dumb when I listen
I had to get out of that position
I ain't got nothin' but real shit on my mind, and you're just fishin'
You're diluting your purpose the more you mix in
Guess we'll always be complaining, just work hard through the bitchin'
Lie right in your eye with a smirk, they support the vision
Collision and the system is designed to keep your mind in a prison
If you look a while, you'll find the wisdom
It's not in the media, infatuation with the television
Where's the love? You done left all your principles in the club
Life hittin' you several times, guess it's hard to feel the pinch through the drugs
Is there exception for a thug?
Caught in the trap, but in creation perfect, morning end up catchin' a slug
Most of them sinkin' tryin' to make it out the mud
Duckin' trouble 24/7 and their only vacation is dusk
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Fake love, gossip and hate, that's all they givin'
Gotta make it out this muh'fuckin' maze, 'cause that ain't livin'
Ain't no names out, anybody's for pickin'
Don't get caught up in the same route, runnin' ya mouth and out here slippin'
The ghetto talkin', you don’t listen
Get your act together or there'll be somebody's nigga' missin'
Here's to makin' the transition
Money over everything, you see the vision?
Keep claiming I'm changin', but you're trippin'
Kickin' that stupid shit so long, I start feelin' dumb when I listen
I had to get out of that position
I ain't got nothin' but real shit on my mind, and you're just fishin'
You're diluting your purpose the more you mix in
Guess we'll always be complaining, just work hard through the bitchin'
Lie right in your eye with a smirk, they support the vision
Collision and the system is designed to keep your mind in a prison
If you look a while, you'll find the wisdom
It's not in the media, infatuation with the television
Where's the love? You done left all your principles in the club
Life hittin' you several times, guess it's hard to feel the pinch through the drugs
Is there exception for a thug?
Caught in the trap, but in creation perfect, morning end up catchin' a slug
Most of them sinkin' tryin' to make it out the mud
Duckin' trouble 24/7 and their only vacation is dusk
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Fake love, gossip and hate, that's all they givin'
Gotta make it out this muh'fuckin' maze, 'cause that ain't livin'
Ain't no names out, anybody's for pickin'
Don't get caught up in the same route, runnin' ya mouth and out here slippin'
The ghetto talkin', you don’t listen
Get your act together or there'll be somebody's nigga' missin'
Here's to makin' the transition
Money over everything, you see the vision?
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