[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
Mothafuckas know what time it is, man
This is The Course of the Inevitable
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Yo, the audacity it takes to rank me with the style I invented
Wear my credentials like it's jewelry, they gave my flowers cemented
To hell with honorable mentions, artists are comical, temptin'
Horrible albums, new ventin', three pounds of vomit, who sent 'em?
Stereo blood or laughing, they helium'd up your last king
Can't muzzle me up with no coffin, won't hit me with no vaccine
Goons in the black Beem', turn your crew to a track team
Highly viewed on the rap scene, sly maneuvers and cash streams
Flee from the copper sound, racist coppers, they chop us down
Ounces of 14K, you R.I.P. boxes with rocks around
None of y'all profit bound, crypt the equipment out the sockers now
Get with the art or drown, rubber bands stackin' up dollar pounds
Revenge is on its job, karma'll sneak a gun in softly
Been callin' up to God, startin' to think He hung up on me
Number orgy, figured you need some incentive to come support me
One or two flips I'm out of here, hit the work with a somersault, we on
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Freddie Gibbs]
I can still hear the money calling, I done been out the way too long
Nothing out here is more important, put in the spot where I belong
Gotta know how to take a loss, give me that curse when I was born
The last nigga that go to sleep will be the first to be put on
Live all your days like it's your last 'cause in a blink you could be gone
You rather love or will respect? Showin' that love'll get you harmed
Won't be no empathy 'cause you going through it, gotta be strong (Yeah)
It's always easier for you to do wrong (Big Rabbit Gang, yeah)
Yeah
Mothafuckas know what time it is, man
This is The Course of the Inevitable
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Yo, the audacity it takes to rank me with the style I invented
Wear my credentials like it's jewelry, they gave my flowers cemented
To hell with honorable mentions, artists are comical, temptin'
Horrible albums, new ventin', three pounds of vomit, who sent 'em?
Stereo blood or laughing, they helium'd up your last king
Can't muzzle me up with no coffin, won't hit me with no vaccine
Goons in the black Beem', turn your crew to a track team
Highly viewed on the rap scene, sly maneuvers and cash streams
Flee from the copper sound, racist coppers, they chop us down
Ounces of 14K, you R.I.P. boxes with rocks around
None of y'all profit bound, crypt the equipment out the sockers now
Get with the art or drown, rubber bands stackin' up dollar pounds
Revenge is on its job, karma'll sneak a gun in softly
Been callin' up to God, startin' to think He hung up on me
Number orgy, figured you need some incentive to come support me
One or two flips I'm out of here, hit the work with a somersault, we on
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Freddie Gibbs]
I can still hear the money calling, I done been out the way too long
Nothing out here is more important, put in the spot where I belong
Gotta know how to take a loss, give me that curse when I was born
The last nigga that go to sleep will be the first to be put on
Live all your days like it's your last 'cause in a blink you could be gone
You rather love or will respect? Showin' that love'll get you harmed
Won't be no empathy 'cause you going through it, gotta be strong (Yeah)
It's always easier for you to do wrong (Big Rabbit Gang, yeah)
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