Keys to Success Lloyd Banks
"Keys to Success" by Lloyd Banks, released in 2016, is a #HipHop track that emphasizes ambition, resilience, and the pursuit of personal and professional goals. The lyrics convey a message of overcoming obstacles and staying true to oneself. The song features hard-hitting beats and intricate wordplay, showcasing Banks' lyrical prowess and contributing to his status in the rap scene.
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Twenty some years of shittin' on top of the map with this phenomenal rap
Killshot them niggas with jackets, he not comin’ back, chemicals poppin' on wax
Bring all your niggas in [?] countin' the straps, ten of you droppin’ your back
Too many niggas, a couple, a hunnid resemble each other, identical cat
New York the boilin' [?] pot for the scratch, find me somewhere in the center of that
My emblem black, the numbers I put up from winnin' so accurate, invented the stat
Target, I would not be mentioned with that
King and the teenager holdin' the shit down, the engine in fact
Time to find out where your temperature at, exit the back
Careful dishonor can get on your clothes, you shouldn't even be next to the rat
That's a professional trap, what kind of protection is that?
You got a confession and snap? You know they'll be checkin' the jet?
Motherfuckers knew all of the ropes and real as a wrestlin’ match
You sound like you stuck up in time, it ain’t nobody checkin' for that
You fuckin’ it up for the city, in the room niggas catchin' a flag
You wastin' your time with your now, 'cause I ain’t gon' message you back
Watch out who you let in your circle, there's always a lesson in that
[Chorus]
When you eatin', time flies
If you listen closely, you'll hear the keys to survive
Careful when walkin', all of these demons outside (Uh)
There's no one to trust, that's how it be in Southside (Uh)
The block is too hot, a thousand degrees they drive-by
I'm runnin' this shit, can't disagree on my time
Another one callin', there's nothin' but green on my mind
Never dishonored, my brother the reason I shine
These are the crimes, uh
Uh
[Verse 1]
Twenty some years of shittin' on top of the map with this phenomenal rap
Killshot them niggas with jackets, he not comin’ back, chemicals poppin' on wax
Bring all your niggas in [?] countin' the straps, ten of you droppin’ your back
Too many niggas, a couple, a hunnid resemble each other, identical cat
New York the boilin' [?] pot for the scratch, find me somewhere in the center of that
My emblem black, the numbers I put up from winnin' so accurate, invented the stat
Target, I would not be mentioned with that
King and the teenager holdin' the shit down, the engine in fact
Time to find out where your temperature at, exit the back
Careful dishonor can get on your clothes, you shouldn't even be next to the rat
That's a professional trap, what kind of protection is that?
You got a confession and snap? You know they'll be checkin' the jet?
Motherfuckers knew all of the ropes and real as a wrestlin’ match
You sound like you stuck up in time, it ain’t nobody checkin' for that
You fuckin’ it up for the city, in the room niggas catchin' a flag
You wastin' your time with your now, 'cause I ain’t gon' message you back
Watch out who you let in your circle, there's always a lesson in that
[Chorus]
When you eatin', time flies
If you listen closely, you'll hear the keys to survive
Careful when walkin', all of these demons outside (Uh)
There's no one to trust, that's how it be in Southside (Uh)
The block is too hot, a thousand degrees they drive-by
I'm runnin' this shit, can't disagree on my time
Another one callin', there's nothin' but green on my mind
Never dishonored, my brother the reason I shine
These are the crimes, uh
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