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do or die - lloyd banks lyrics

[verse 1] :

i’ve given my younger years to music but it was taking too much being every place in the world left me no sp-ce to do us i know i ain’t gonna turn or fold the biggest mistakes that you trust n-gg-s done learn your way of pay and told em make a few bucks flippin through benjamin’s a decade more my thumbs went platinum never vacating on my pen loading my guns click packin envision the beauty for so hours my enemies can’t see energy channeled through the gods n-body can’t stamp me the light that led weve been deceiving my discovery stalker could it be im too much a dreamer maybe i love a bit harder could of went diving out this morning figured recoveries smarter part of my history forgives the other half seek karma are you my n-gg- would you rather see me fold or get bigger funny how real feelings appear when you get all in your liquor you turnin memories burnin lay along with the vernon thought we’d see eye for eye for certain but guess i had the wrong person
[chorus] :

in a land of bitten hands and drama open outside can i count on you to be by my side? would you ride? ain’t no worry sh-t get all way blurry ill be your guide the street done raised us up with too much pride its do or die anybody go against the box is up to the sky spending my better days high anything to make it by hundred b-lls of 145 and this revenge in my eyes no regrets no replies

[verse 2] :

its two in the morning and i’m lurking perfect setting for sketching exhibit the essence out my weapon second to known being here n-gg-s been sleeping on me haters never gon dream clear making these fans one hundreds waving out that smoke screen yeah in a game of underachievers always believed in myself cutting logos and moguls outta magazines on my shelf in front the radio reciting lightning struck same spot top of the writers chain im rifle flame to cocaine blocks you choose to chase me paper trails’ll lead to snake -ss n-gg-s inside of my enemies that’s wishing r.i.p.s. no difference repeating your wrongs the fastest way to getcha box chose living chasing these silly girls you go to goal for thems gold digging instead of just tryna reach your net you spent your life goal tending ending relationships from foolishness your trife soul sinning dead in the middle of the horror square suffering sorriest and sorrow near and these b-tch -ss n-gg-s they’ll want you outta here

[chorus x2] :

- lloyd banks lyrics

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