Corrección Letra Menace par Lloyd Banks

Featuring(s) : Conway The Machine

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Letra

[Lloyd Banks]
Yo
Since my DOB, they knew I'd be a menace
Believe in me, threw off my shades and S-O-X hat
Back on my Eazy E
I hit my number every time
And I'm rapping on PEDs
Made millions off MP3s
Did that with a GED
You done f*cked to pull your hand out
Just back to your EBT
Top down on the Interstate
Make the back of the GT bleed
You never really did shit so your story is a easy read
And I'm sharp as ever and get to the Benjamins like Embeid
I'm a true boss, blue Porsche
Don't get too lost, new causе
My lil' nigga bangin', send him knock your bitch ass, roof off
Got this full [SIG?] makin' it hard to ditch that fluke off
I'm rechargеd again
Couple of mill' to get back, few doors
Bladders paint a picture
Shit been lookin' blurry on your end
The f*ck I'm hangin' with ya?
You've been seeking strangers for attention
Don't let fame go get ya
Went and do magic
Kill your haters with the same elixir
Bankroll in this motherf*cker, nigga

Nigga, add it to my legend
I'm back to droppin' another classic on you
And we all know what I'm reppin'
Southside is the section
Learned to keep it low, mind you own if you go with no connection
Dog, imagine how I'm steppin'
Loyal to my family, every hour, minute, second
Nigga, add it to my legend
Came along and leave alone, I had to learn my lesson

[Conway the Machine]
Yeah
You already know when they cut the Pro Tools on
I slaughter any production I gotta lay vocals on
Them old niggas didn't embrace a nigga with open arms
f*ck them niggas, they broken and I'm only focused on the bag, nigga (Talk to them niggas)
Ask my young boy, "What you smokin' on?" (What you smokin', fool?)
He say, "This just a pack of a dead opp" (Hahahaha)
The back of your head drop from this MAC when his lead pop (Brr, brr)
Made a couple million dollars from rappin', the feds watch like we actually still package and wrappin', on rap block (What?)
We just dropping back to back and we back for your headtop, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
When I'm on [?], these bitches call the Machine, big papi
And not the guy that bat for the Red Sox (Ah)
If you diss me in your song, you think I'm 'bout to respond with a verse, nah, I get you back with a headshot (Boom, boom, boom)
Look, the comparisons is usually not wise
If you didn't cop [pies?]
Two of your top fives (Brr)

[Lloyd Banks]
Yo
God gave me the gift to gasp
Slick talk our way out of a polygraph
I'm in my catch a body bag
Skin strong as Bacardi class
Play 'round every one gon' leave out with somethin' like potty bags
Pricy army tags
We didn't offer Ferrari Dash
Just a, "Sorry, class"
Ten toes watchin' the market crash
Wasn't no Target slash
Those stick around with no parking pass
Sticky palms ahead
Brown bag keys and apartment stash
It's only right I shine bright
Made it out of a darker past
Cracked the windows, let the heaters in
Always been supersticious
Ain't no way around the PTSD from the cruel conditions
Everything is independent now, droppin' on due permission
Probably learn a thing or two if you listen, my nigga
You mean, lil Soulja, he'll holla back when the dance is over
Two middle fingers, put "f*ck yous" up to the cancel culture
Can't stand a vulture, [?] borders and [?]
The very moment she hit, the plan is over

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