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• Artiste: Lloyd Banks
• Titre: Death By Design
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Uh, you know what, you talk too much you need to shut the fuck I'm shitting hard again, back up the dump truck You underneath, then tough luck I've been around the block before, know what's what Celebrated consistently, blew, should have never (?) you niggas (?) I was falling apart inside, but kept my physical silent You heard the sounds, they throwing shots at me, I 52 blocked it Life is a bumpy ride, I had to kick a few the fuck out it Prolly could've forgave some of em (?) the principle bout it I fell but grandma told me "Baby you gon' be ok" This shit ain't gone, even though sometimеs it may seem that way A nigga run and playing we gon' have a DOA I dip a few blocks lеave the bitch with (?) Money don't make the man, but you better learn how to make em Some envy 'll hide behind the compliments, so watch who you take em from Long story short our life's a bitch, you've got to make her cum I got shit I'm willing to die for, y'all better pray for them Fuck your minds, I ain't got the time, death by my design You be acting bitchmade all the time, dawg you're outta line Talking just to talk, ain't got a real reason behind the rhyme Got to be 100 getting money, here's the bottom line Nicer than all these niggas out combined You've still got to remind these niggas time to time You know (?) about me, you know I'ma shine Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac's a dollar sign You thought my first was a fluke, I couldn't believe y'all Every nightmare I woke up brought me a dream (?) Masculine when Im tapping in, keep the gossip between y'all I hope you grow what (?), never rocked an (?) dawg Crazy keyboard killer, he ain't got up out that apartment yet You've got a few (fists?) talking designer with the architect Your favorite rappers (maim?) you to death, your bars ain't sharpen yet You jokers can't get the time of day with the (narcolept?) You big shots are supposed to be busy, still got the time to vent Couldn't bare what I (met?), Kevin Durant, (?) Everybody behind the cams (behind my stamp?) You know the ropes, put the (dancing?) around behind you chimp Always've been branded, might see the logo in any spot Six figures off of hoodies every drop I (?) making the Chevy hop One of the realest niggas to ever do it, dead or not Fuck your minds, I ain't got the time, death by my design You be acting bitchmade all the time, dawg you're outta line Talking just to talk, ain't got a real reason behind the rhyme Got to be 100 getting money, here's the bottom line Nicer than all these niggas out combined You've still got to remind these niggas time to time You know (?) about me, you know I'ma shine Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac's a dollar sign Mind your bidness, ain't in my business (meetings?) Thank you for constant disbelieving, my gift is streaming in different regions Another run Ima pick (?), my trips (?) I'm booked this season, you serious, is the hooker freezing? Punches ringing like (?) and late payments Too many dead pounds around me, I had to make changes Coat so heavy they brake hangers, you've got to check the pockets You moving backwards, more withdrawals, and less deposits I seen you out there complaining, I've been cooking, damn Speaking on me like you know me, never shook my hand Before you die, got to make it out the hoods the plan Red circles, middle of white tees, the look's Japan Don't need my number, nine out of ten, I ain't picking up Liquored goons got the heart of a lion with the cup Everybody chasing the bag, 'till somebody zips it up You gon' leave up out here struggling or rich as fuck Fuck your minds, I ain't got the time, death by my design You be acting bitchmade all the time, dawg you're outta line Talking just to talk, ain't got a real reason behind the rhyme Got to be 100 getting money, here's the bottom line Nicer than all these niggas out combined You've still got to remind these niggas time to time You know (?) about me, you know I'ma shine Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac's a dollar sign