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make it stack - lloyd banks lyrics

too much thinkin’
on top of that, i’m gettin’ high and drinkin’
i’m floatin’ on cloud 9, watchin’ these n-gg-s sinkin’
no blinkin’, you blink too much, you lose your turn
sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn
i been talkin’ 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, ima leave a legend
brought up in this h-ll, how i’m breathin’ heaven
i swear i fear i hear my n-gg-s laughin while i’m ballin’
woke up this mornin’ the weed and alcohol callin’
livin’ that life of a mac, kickin’ them hoes out off ‘em
ask ‘em when they comin’ back, knowin’ that they done lost ‘em
hit them b-tches from the back, i ain’t want all the talkin’
don’t be blown at my jack, flat-line on that cat
let’s get this money, then lets make it stack
then lets make history, ‘cause they can’t take that back
back to ballin’ and spendin’
runnin’ up in these women, got a b-tch out the movie
take a look how i’m livin’
and do you know what it took?
i take you back down the road, before the riches and b-tches
and the platinum and gold
i got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
i don’t ball/bawl up and die, i bomb back on them hoes
uhh! i’m tryna buy my soul from satan. i can’t keep up with payments!
strange writings on the wall got me feelin’ like a cavemen
call that sh-t the “days inn”
life is so degradin’
but to my last statement, i keep praying till it’s “amen”!
top is where i’m aimin’
left the way i came in
i’m a keep on ravin’ till them islands is the caymens
and my b-tch from mexico. she don’t know she next to go
suit yourself, then screw yourself! –
shoot yourself, plaxicooo!
bang, bang! – thought you were a giant
couldn’t hear the mournings, but i bet you hear them sirens
first i close my eyelids, (yeah!) – then everything is quiet. (quiet!)
i could go out in silence, but i would prefer the riot.
i catch the first star with my fist raised,
versace shades
my french braids
had sick chains since 6th grade
safe to say we’ve been slaved
these n-gg-s tryna shoot me!
these crackers tryna sue me!
wake up to your favourite actresses; my life is like a movie, boy!
heat up in the winter, so i’m cooler come the summer
we out here, gamblin’ the ruger money sucker
pyt all the way up to cougar, i’mma crush her
and i always been a rebel, never been a cuffer
you just talk it, you don’t does it,
so all those who suffer
you so humble out in public, computer make you tougher
i got rosé by the bottle, b-tches by the car-load
6 or 7 new ones, i’m switchin’ up the mob
b-tch i sleep in the apollo, i’m always on stage
i should take my show to broadway ‘cause that hallway like a grave
can’t no b-tch get in my mind, so i know it’s physical
i kick out the dimes, i think i’m invincible
i climbed to the top, now i’m p-ssin’ off the pinnacle
i pray to god that i get rich, gettin’ money spiritual
diamond in my physicals, that’s why ima stand out
you don’t got your hand in, you just got you hand out
let’s get this money, then lets make it stack
then lets make history, ‘cause they can’t take that back
back to ballin’ and spendin’
runnin’ up in these women, got a b-tch out the movie
take a look how i’m livin’
and do you know what it took?
i take you back down the road, before the riches and b-tches
and the platinum and gold
i got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
i don’t ball/bawl up and die, i bomb back on them hoes
i bomb back on them hoes (x4)

- lloyd banks lyrics

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