Correction Paroles Sidewalks [Explicit] par Lloyd Banks

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Did more than what you've been 'ware of, left DNA all the places I've been
My spot isn't rented, your favorite rappers don't grace the top ten
Dangerous the way my mind spinnin', give opposition chopped limbs
Not only did n***as go clone me, my alter ego got twins
You come to my town, see spooky signs, the license plates say, "Clock in"
I married the weed, cups came with no prenup, time to go re-up, crop's in
I wonder where all my opps been, still pack a venue, pop in
I'm puttin' in work to last longer, haul my lil' girl a drop Benz
New package landing, bluе magic branded, and hazard plannin'
Back to scramblin', clear it the f**k out 'causе Banks is a accurate cannon
My tattooed hands laid the bricks to build me a statue standin'
Tall as ever, ball in all weather, baskets through famine, n***a
You thinkin' of trainin'? I could learn you 'bout something
A open school; protect your neck, cassette, CD and vinyl gets broke in two
Hannibal anger still, the G.O.A.T. conversation is overdue
The discussion's premature when it comes to you
Blue!

However sh*t go remaining a keeper to my brother
Keep your head on a swivel, n***as dyin' to take you under
From the way it's lookin' lately some ain't gon' make it this summer
Everybody got the same chance to take it chasin' one color
New York City motherf**ker
I got the pulse by the finger, check out my speech
Avoid the wrong territory, we play for keeps
Won't be no sympathy for you, to say the least
They made the sidewalks for chillin', stay out the streets
Uh, when I go meet the big homie, mural my face
Every borough I'm really the same stand-up n***a, new time, new place, different struggle
Big crucifix to outshine me, a hunnid bracelets, be humble
I dare you to reach out and touch me, 'nough arms to have a team huddle
They wonderin' my thoughts on others, the f**k you care's my rebuttal
Your promises never been trouble, so my reaction seems subtle
My vision's back to green tunnels, get caught in traffic, leak puddles
We talkin' practice? No stumbles, cookin' up masterpiece bundles
New York the meltin' pot, melt a opp, give yourself the shot
Play the card you were dealt or drop product on someone else's block
You're goin' against the grain lately, must want the help to stop
Made it back here from Hell to rock, burnin' out on the bail from cops
4-30 a star was born, my journey's been stuck in the dark too long
My ego's ten departments long, need some acres to park it on
You should've invested in the stock, you've been workin' the market wrong
Killin' this sh*t 'til the blood in my heart is gone

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