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Falsified

アーティスト:Lloyd Banks, Ransom  アルバム:The Course of the Inevitable  作詞:Christopher Lloyde  作曲:Christopher Lloyde  発売年:2021 

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Uh, I'm cruising by ya Took Banks for granted, got you too used to fire New provider, cross paths, I'll prolly dropped a few screws beside ya New supplier, war while you working, shoot through your supervisor Choose your roster, line em up for me, talent removes imposters Moving trife, so fuck your snooze advice, show me one who's as nice ... my vice Don't play 'round with the veterans, you could lose your life I'm future nice, I'm stepping on any, the bullshit you can write New jewels are nice, never been in the negative, I've recouped it twice My views are bright, exotic glue to light, you on the hookah pipe From coup to flight, my second year at it, I had... spike One of the last New Yorker top fivers, gotta salute me right My favorite days are spooky nights, sneaker preferences usually Nike Penalties for the wrong behavior, come meet the orchestrator Dream of making it big, but forgot to add up the cost of paper Too much trafficking from the city, ain't never talked to neighbors Where superheroes turn bitch, like Schwarzenegger, nigga Uh, I'm talking fly, I'm warning you, tell all your stories, walking by There ain't no more love to give you, my heart is crossed inside Niggas change before your eyes, let em tell you, it's falsified We won't ever stop making history, get it all for mine I can gather my personalities and reinvent them all Can't trust nobody, gotta lean against the wall When help is needed always seem to get the call Sounds crazy, but I'm more comfortable with me against the world See my pen and pad is a force of nature I made my way from extorting neighbors to porcelain vases (Yes!) I torch your favorites and scorch your playlists, of course you hate this (Of course!) The cost of greatness got me lost in hatred Wasn't taught the basics 'till I caught some cases (Woo!) Was often gracious 'till I crossed the matrix In foster homes with people I never trusted, but had my frosted flakes with (Damn!) I can't relate with (Nah!), all of this fake shit, fradulent snakes hiss (Ss!) My hustler's spirit caused me to break bricks Carnivores in them corner stores (Let's go), so what you honor more? Horror scores or the art of war (Which one?), who got the problem, lord There's no discussion, the flow disgusting, I blow percussions No adjusting, spin a round at your head


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