[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Uh
Southside up
Harlem what up?
Banks Sinatra
This how it's goin' down for the 2020, nigga
Uh
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I don't expect peasants to recognize greatness you're used to weirdos
Future zeros, where I'm from, make it out, you're a superhero (Right)
I'm dropping shit like the Irishman, new and improved De Niro
Me and my baby against this crooked world, gotta two cube her earlobes
One in a billion with this feeling, right product'll move the zeros
Run in the building, weapon wielding, uh, arms out like a scarecrows (Yeah)
You simple rappers could never face GOD
I got that "je ne sais quoi"
I hit the interstate hard, hop in the Benz and say "Ah"
You caught all them bodies, huh? Forensics say "Nah"
What would you do when fickle niggas break fly?
Dipped on the game, ain't say "Bye"
Hangover hounding me from last night's glory
I'm in new machinery, sporty, getting smacked like Kourtney
Make sure I'm careful, I don't need no copper flashlights on me
Been here before, feel like my past life haunts me
Dawg I've been "IT", snatch Georgie, a sprinter van, hash orgy
Miracle man, strapped shorty
Two many slabs of currency, smuggle the bands back for me
Them traffic extracurriculars, fog the windows
Come the mornin', paper cuts, blue c-notes, do a crescendo
I woo consumers from intro, my shooters shoot off the mental
Ain't no maybes or missteps if I crossed a line, then I meant to (Right)
Nigga moving on your boy's a unicorn, beyond a human
Strong grey-coup-Poupon, twenty plus years, fuck, did I poop so long?
Four-thirty, the truth is born, in trooper form
Gone soon as recruitment's on
I heard your recordings, wish I could roof ya songs
I'm buggin', or this new generation is misdirected?
Break them all apart, then wipe my style down with the disinfected
Audie on, I'm hip protected, hitman in a flippin' necklace
For the record, this decrepit, offspringers been shit infested
Ain't the gossip column or the type-type, who even cares?
Nigga I been sick, I do these mics like Rudy Gobert
My studio sessions turn to fright night, goonies appear
I'm right back on the pedal, OG white Nikes, bitch listen here
Them people pitchin' you hope, I've never been opened to listening
King of mindin' my business, the goat with the social distancing
Rookies ain't built to go rounds, cocky with no conditioning
Bitchin', your vocal pitchin', ghostwriters' there's flow suspicion
Run up on him, bust a move, barrel spinning like New Edition
Hit districts religiously, diamond dot on my crucifixions
Uh
Southside up
Harlem what up?
Banks Sinatra
This how it's goin' down for the 2020, nigga
Uh
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I don't expect peasants to recognize greatness you're used to weirdos
Future zeros, where I'm from, make it out, you're a superhero (Right)
I'm dropping shit like the Irishman, new and improved De Niro
Me and my baby against this crooked world, gotta two cube her earlobes
One in a billion with this feeling, right product'll move the zeros
Run in the building, weapon wielding, uh, arms out like a scarecrows (Yeah)
You simple rappers could never face GOD
I got that "je ne sais quoi"
I hit the interstate hard, hop in the Benz and say "Ah"
You caught all them bodies, huh? Forensics say "Nah"
What would you do when fickle niggas break fly?
Dipped on the game, ain't say "Bye"
Hangover hounding me from last night's glory
I'm in new machinery, sporty, getting smacked like Kourtney
Make sure I'm careful, I don't need no copper flashlights on me
Been here before, feel like my past life haunts me
Dawg I've been "IT", snatch Georgie, a sprinter van, hash orgy
Miracle man, strapped shorty
Two many slabs of currency, smuggle the bands back for me
Them traffic extracurriculars, fog the windows
Come the mornin', paper cuts, blue c-notes, do a crescendo
I woo consumers from intro, my shooters shoot off the mental
Ain't no maybes or missteps if I crossed a line, then I meant to (Right)
Nigga moving on your boy's a unicorn, beyond a human
Strong grey-coup-Poupon, twenty plus years, fuck, did I poop so long?
Four-thirty, the truth is born, in trooper form
Gone soon as recruitment's on
I heard your recordings, wish I could roof ya songs
I'm buggin', or this new generation is misdirected?
Break them all apart, then wipe my style down with the disinfected
Audie on, I'm hip protected, hitman in a flippin' necklace
For the record, this decrepit, offspringers been shit infested
Ain't the gossip column or the type-type, who even cares?
Nigga I been sick, I do these mics like Rudy Gobert
My studio sessions turn to fright night, goonies appear
I'm right back on the pedal, OG white Nikes, bitch listen here
Them people pitchin' you hope, I've never been opened to listening
King of mindin' my business, the goat with the social distancing
Rookies ain't built to go rounds, cocky with no conditioning
Bitchin', your vocal pitchin', ghostwriters' there's flow suspicion
Run up on him, bust a move, barrel spinning like New Edition
Hit districts religiously, diamond dot on my crucifixions
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