[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
N*gga if we ain't come out of the same mother, you ain't my twin
From when the magics dark, clowns'll disappear when the papers thin
2 humpers in a Scrooge McDuck bunker, figured I'll take a spin
Bullet holes in my four figure garments, ain't even break my skin
Bet you think money grows on trees, put your gloves on and rake 'em then
Anytime that I land on top, counts for a South Jamaica when
Trust me, shit always go left, the devils right hand will break your chin
The kids grow up victims to the predicaments you raise 'em in
Above 50 is satans grin, same stuff in the Stapleton
Back in my 5 or better, its starting to feel like '08 again
I know just what it takes to win, plotting while I'm vacationing
Product a New York stokers, the smokers want to freebase again
Saddest news at the days start
Poverty spikes a grey sharp
Gotta double with kevlar up, backstabbers now stay sharp
Fade is always consistent, they ain't going to offer a change heart:
A smart one can sell you a dummy, a stupid can never play smart
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Play with mine? This ain't the time
Gloomy days and dangerous minds
N*ggas don't complain or cry. High as the days go by
Getting it from One to 12th, the 10th one is my favorite time
N*ggas ain't afraid to die. 'Till it's time to say "good-bye"
You don't want to take this ride
Your path ain't the same as mine
Problems happen every day
Bad news ain't going to change the grind
Money counter, major kind. Flying out the state for mine
N*ggas sleep 'cause they can't see, Havoc 4, wake the blind
N*gga if we ain't come out of the same mother, you ain't my twin
From when the magics dark, clowns'll disappear when the papers thin
2 humpers in a Scrooge McDuck bunker, figured I'll take a spin
Bullet holes in my four figure garments, ain't even break my skin
Bet you think money grows on trees, put your gloves on and rake 'em then
Anytime that I land on top, counts for a South Jamaica when
Trust me, shit always go left, the devils right hand will break your chin
The kids grow up victims to the predicaments you raise 'em in
Above 50 is satans grin, same stuff in the Stapleton
Back in my 5 or better, its starting to feel like '08 again
I know just what it takes to win, plotting while I'm vacationing
Product a New York stokers, the smokers want to freebase again
Saddest news at the days start
Poverty spikes a grey sharp
Gotta double with kevlar up, backstabbers now stay sharp
Fade is always consistent, they ain't going to offer a change heart:
A smart one can sell you a dummy, a stupid can never play smart
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Play with mine? This ain't the time
Gloomy days and dangerous minds
N*ggas don't complain or cry. High as the days go by
Getting it from One to 12th, the 10th one is my favorite time
N*ggas ain't afraid to die. 'Till it's time to say "good-bye"
You don't want to take this ride
Your path ain't the same as mine
Problems happen every day
Bad news ain't going to change the grind
Money counter, major kind. Flying out the state for mine
N*ggas sleep 'cause they can't see, Havoc 4, wake the blind
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