Death by Design Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1]
Uh, you know what, you talk too much you need to shut the fuck up
I'm shitting hard again, back up the dump truck
You underneath, then tough luck
I've been around the block before, know what's what
Celebrated consistently, Blue should have never toast you niggas one cup
I was falling apart inside, but kept my physical silent
You heard the sounds, they throwing shots at me, I 52 blocked it
Life is a bumpy ride, I had to kick a few the fuck out it
Prolly could've forgave some of 'em, missed the principle bout it
I fell but grandma told me "Baby you gon' be ok"
This shit ain't done, evеn though sometimes it may seem that way
A nigga run and playing we gon' havе a DOA
I dip a few blocks, leave the bitch with my cuz where people stay
Money don't make the man, but you better learn how to make you some
Envy'll hide behind the compliments, so watch who you take em from
Long story short, our life's a bitch, you've got to make her cum
I got shit I'm willing to die for, y'all better pay for them

[Hook]
Fuck your mind, I ain't got the time, death by my design
You be acting bitchmade all the time, dawg you're outta line
Talking just to talk, ain't got a real reason behind the rhyme
Got to be 100 getting money, here's the bottom line
Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined
You've still got to remind these niggas time to time
You know anything about me, you know I'ma shine
Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac's a dollar sign