Crown Lloyd Banks
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[Verse 1]
Uh, too much trauma to count the scars
I laid down the bricks in this house of ours
Bitches mount the stars, every October, there's monster bars
Fuck an entourage, take your ass back to your mom's garage
I'm here to stomp the frauds
Blood on my shoes and my outfit's hard
I need a council card, I'm losin' myself
Two arms to guard, flew through miles of fog
Land where it's hard to pronounce the broads
All for steady work for hatin'-ass niggas, few thousand jobs
Keep your foul facade, a hundred my jaws
A hundred percent to the finish, I hope the entire panel's critics
Nothin' in common with quitters, check out my analytics
There ain't no such thing as 'can't', that's how we handle limits
And wrappin' the work, I cross over to the piano business
Won't get the steal on me, my handle different
I've seen this shit before, the channel's glitchin'
Follow my manuscriptin'
And money ain't everything, but need a damn prescription
You niggas can't be around here without permission
[Chorus]
Make it without leavin' your soul
Awareness is the key to control
You fall, get back up, breathe and reload
Tellin' is tellin', fuck the reason he told
Word to the young, wild and reckless, hope you live to be old
Ain't nothin' like reachin' a goal
They turn on you, they eatin' too slow
Some friends, you gotta leave on the road
The streets'll hurt you, better leave 'em alone
Unless you ready, he who wears the crown knows it's heavy (Uh)
Uh, too much trauma to count the scars
I laid down the bricks in this house of ours
Bitches mount the stars, every October, there's monster bars
Fuck an entourage, take your ass back to your mom's garage
I'm here to stomp the frauds
Blood on my shoes and my outfit's hard
I need a council card, I'm losin' myself
Two arms to guard, flew through miles of fog
Land where it's hard to pronounce the broads
All for steady work for hatin'-ass niggas, few thousand jobs
Keep your foul facade, a hundred my jaws
A hundred percent to the finish, I hope the entire panel's critics
Nothin' in common with quitters, check out my analytics
There ain't no such thing as 'can't', that's how we handle limits
And wrappin' the work, I cross over to the piano business
Won't get the steal on me, my handle different
I've seen this shit before, the channel's glitchin'
Follow my manuscriptin'
And money ain't everything, but need a damn prescription
You niggas can't be around here without permission
[Chorus]
Make it without leavin' your soul
Awareness is the key to control
You fall, get back up, breathe and reload
Tellin' is tellin', fuck the reason he told
Word to the young, wild and reckless, hope you live to be old
Ain't nothin' like reachin' a goal
They turn on you, they eatin' too slow
Some friends, you gotta leave on the road
The streets'll hurt you, better leave 'em alone
Unless you ready, he who wears the crown knows it's heavy (Uh)
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