[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Too much thinking, on top of that, I'm getting high and drinking
I'm floating on cloud 9, watching these niggas sinking
No blinking, you blink too much, you lose your turn
Sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn
I been talking my intentions, now it's time to go and do it
Take you were I come from, that influence on my music
Ain't no U-turns on this path, think before you choose it
Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it
I came here unexpected, I'mma leave a legend
Brought up in this hell, how I'm breathing heaven
I swear I fear I hear my niggas laughing while I'm balling
Woke up this morning the weed and alcohol calling
Living that life of a Mac, kicking them hoes out often
Ask 'em when they coming back, knowing that they done lost 'em
Hit them bitches from the back, I ain't want all the talking
Don't be blowing up my jack, flat line on that cat
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Let's get this money, then let's make it stack
Then let's make history cause they can't take that back
Back to balling and spending, running up in these women
Got a bitch out the movie, take a look how I'm living
And do you know what it took? I take you back down the road
Before the riches and bitches and the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don't ball up and die, I bomb back on them hoes
Too much thinking, on top of that, I'm getting high and drinking
I'm floating on cloud 9, watching these niggas sinking
No blinking, you blink too much, you lose your turn
Sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn
I been talking my intentions, now it's time to go and do it
Take you were I come from, that influence on my music
Ain't no U-turns on this path, think before you choose it
Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it
I came here unexpected, I'mma leave a legend
Brought up in this hell, how I'm breathing heaven
I swear I fear I hear my niggas laughing while I'm balling
Woke up this morning the weed and alcohol calling
Living that life of a Mac, kicking them hoes out often
Ask 'em when they coming back, knowing that they done lost 'em
Hit them bitches from the back, I ain't want all the talking
Don't be blowing up my jack, flat line on that cat
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Let's get this money, then let's make it stack
Then let's make history cause they can't take that back
Back to balling and spending, running up in these women
Got a bitch out the movie, take a look how I'm living
And do you know what it took? I take you back down the road
Before the riches and bitches and the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don't ball up and die, I bomb back on them hoes
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