Paint The Sky Lloyd Banks (Ft. Vado)

[Intro]
You're undercut by all the amateurs
It's the amateurs who make it tough for the professionals
From mooching and being able to pass off their bullshit

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I've seen a hoop dream turn to a death wish
Get into trouble, no problem, you're on the guest list
They wonder how we got trapped in it, my guess is
It's reckless when you're young, black and you restless
Been up the streets this week and all
Conversation breached the wall
Ain't no secrets y'all, you're speaking tall
But got a small way of thinking if you're thinking you're better
Ain't a dollar made to keep shit together
I'm knee deep in the gutter
My dawg said he go to sleep in his color
He hit the blunt, took the world, and got the reaper to stutter
A year spared from a weeping mother
My scars outside don't match the ones I keep in under
Bet you the devil ain't going to sleep this summer
The heat'll come and leave your ass cold, you're holding a number
Humble down if you ain't from the town
Talking like you're running shit
And you just run around, when it all goes down