Pain In Variety Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1]
Uh, I'm backtracking, gripping up again
Ain't no luck in these bitches, only trust my pen
I drop them off, don't tuck they gems
What's up with spin?
My tin cutting wind in a custom rim
I'm here now, took long, sue me, I'm all Louie
Wrecking shit, yeah! Yours truly, a bomb movie
I'm a trip, yeah! Tour smoothly, I'm bored usually
Y'all bars border mine, that's up, they going to choose me
I'm clapping, rapping like a drawn Uzi
I'm backing traffic, matching all jewelry
You dirty bastard, don't you go and screw me
Nothing but Gs down here, dawg, my floor is Gucci
Non-sucker, telly and a five star supper
Black diamond your skully, my mind suffer
Guess you a lucky muh'fucka
You survived to 21 and ain't at least one touched ya

[Chorus]
It's a struggle to stay alive
You don't think I'm going to make it
I can tell it all in your eyes
I'm going to make them drop their faces and tell 'em to pick 'em up
I'm a show up all these places with cases, getting drunk
I can't wait to see you hoes with the vapors
What you want?
I want every fucking thing in this world
Fast cars, diamond, and girls
You suitin' up to lose, don’t play
The green paper make the shit go away