Feed The Strip Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1]
Never going to be peace for the chosen
I'm hearing voices, let machine noise lure me to it
Don't like my choices, if I could I'd get ya
To see the picture, you're sinking quicker
You need me with ya, green chasing bikini ripper
Victims every week, mr prezi suite
Heavy desi heat, mixing in with cutthroat (?)
Guess I was losing it to think I'm special, street brought me back
I block the fuck out on the world again, shitting all through the map
Envy's killing happy, exactly why I walk alone
Sad the character from young still in the man when you're grown
Home to the bravest living, no favoritism in this dangerous living
Niggas switch up every day, play your position
This is only for the culture, the kush will keep my shit on ultra
Helping the bums with hurling, like I'm supposed to
Close to rolling everybody over, feel like I'm coasting
Shooting the breeze in, you niggas stuck in slow motion

[Hook]
The streets'll take you any day, they don't love you
Young man, no plan, caught up in the struggle
Fuck 'em, they don't understand I ain't thinking of you
Keep your shit, it's so many ways to get the trouble
Feed The Strip
Today I'm cold as ever, revenge took a hold of me
And wants me do 'em better, problem of my era
Everybody chasing the peace, put it together