[Lloyd Under dog is cool, I'm used to overlooked look at me now I'm filled with style, my is rolled with Kush look bitch I'm ballin, K's like Reggie Bush my haters hatin' don't know how inside the Bentley in the mornin' recording you think I all day but I aint slept at all I got that's due, need cheques today southside don't play around if you me, another black body dumped duck down you hear the sound, I got but not the kind you want n-gga R.I.P, throught the club with no I.D make they put the pretty b-tches round me tables of and it's all on me show love in the V.I.P think about bread you think about P I done did and how I OD check a muthaf-cking thing free touch you see I ex'ing off the hoes quick as they drinking heavy rollin' up i got an extra lung Bentley, sippin' harley pardon what I've become leakin' bezey, reaper fetti, product of slum these n-ggas never did for me when I was starvin' son me against them, you remember that thought be glad but you parting along when I'm ending at I see no kind of friend in that f-ck em all go a stack yapping like a bitch don't get more friend that this no pretending rap y'all know how my at nine in two ten's in back with that stack in his back one in yo ad I know I'm by an angel still feel her hugs and her on the phone my grandma don't give a f-ck bout these dont give a bout their trophy's or that they might owe me I do for you (you, you) the only ones really know me ones that aint disown me I remember they said said I was dead, all that sledgehammer on your head for the now, su woo to gone sucka n-gga's red no time for waiting rather get instead Lloyd Banks Finish Lyrics on I gettin' on a dime girl my time go get that Love sh-t out mind you living go for that will fall behind I'm on the Im 'em two at a time why I decline
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