Holy Water Lloyd Banks

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[Produced by Doe Pesci]

[Chorus]
You can have whatever you want
You put your mind to it
You had it hard in this world
You deserve the finer shit
Are you your brother's keeper to the reaper?
And everything out the crew don't matter
They give a fuck about you either

[Verse 1]
Every year I need 300
Mountain of heads that have no imperfections
And think their shit smell like Hermès
Your career shot off ain't have no legs
Run your mouth now you beg
Pardon my shoulder I can't vouch for the reg
Catch me hundred dollar billing
RIP to chilling
I gotta keep on winning
Probably never gon' get some sleep I'm spinning
Revolver door when sinning, we graduated from a torn beginning
Kick hood slang to foreign women
I was brought up on a different strip
3 of us and 1 meal we gon' split this shit
Burning out wheels I hit my lick, shit
They want our backs bleeding
Whether whips or MAC squeezing
Turn to ghetto unbelievers, murder all our black leaders
And you jeopardize your freedom for a fresh designer season
Classy restaurants when eating
Ego don't get along with reason
Son died this evening and his little man is teething
He's in good arms, this Southside Jamaica jungle for 'em