[Intro]
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Please try your call again later, goodbye
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Why would you switch up?
To show who you really are as soon as the pressure gets real
Nigga don't bitch up
Bunch of niggas that I don't fuck with calling me still
Why would pick up?
There's nothing that we can talk about
No way we can build, nigga don't switch up
Playing two sides of the fence, the quickest way to get killed
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
Came in this world alone prepare to leave that way, you heard
Put in the work now you see I ain't get shit I don't deserve
Young, cool, calm and mellow, out the ghetto I've emerged
You said I'd never work, still love you though, despite these words
Been watchin' tragedies, don't put condolences in order
And your so called friends expect to see your bonuses support you
Money ain't shit, I spend my darkest moments givin' all this
And somewhere along the line the angels quit, 'cause there's a shortage
And in the meantime I'm on point
Worked on my [infra green line ?], broken buttons from these lines
Long as I get to rewind, all 'em niggas like He shine
Looking down on the moon like Elon, floating my weed bomb
Hittin' you rodents with the de-con
I'm out the loop and shit, tryin' to see what your rappin' passes
I'm riding down with trash lids
You fuckin' with your ad-libs
Met a grace for you fall and the result's cracked ribs
Advice they gave you ain't real
The record label trap is
I'm sorry, the person you are trying to reach has a voicemail box that has not been set-up yet
Please try your call again later, goodbye
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Why would you switch up?
To show who you really are as soon as the pressure gets real
Nigga don't bitch up
Bunch of niggas that I don't fuck with calling me still
Why would pick up?
There's nothing that we can talk about
No way we can build, nigga don't switch up
Playing two sides of the fence, the quickest way to get killed
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
Came in this world alone prepare to leave that way, you heard
Put in the work now you see I ain't get shit I don't deserve
Young, cool, calm and mellow, out the ghetto I've emerged
You said I'd never work, still love you though, despite these words
Been watchin' tragedies, don't put condolences in order
And your so called friends expect to see your bonuses support you
Money ain't shit, I spend my darkest moments givin' all this
And somewhere along the line the angels quit, 'cause there's a shortage
And in the meantime I'm on point
Worked on my [infra green line ?], broken buttons from these lines
Long as I get to rewind, all 'em niggas like He shine
Looking down on the moon like Elon, floating my weed bomb
Hittin' you rodents with the de-con
I'm out the loop and shit, tryin' to see what your rappin' passes
I'm riding down with trash lids
You fuckin' with your ad-libs
Met a grace for you fall and the result's cracked ribs
Advice they gave you ain't real
The record label trap is
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