blood sweat & tears

Singer:banks, lloyd

my haters came with cable change my lanes to flame the summer

remain the same my claim to fame that fakin takes you under we ain't the same i paint my game with swagger drum packer relate to pain congrats you made it out the slums after

family by me only hope the phony learn disown me

can't count on what you want they get ya to turn ya burn ya homie

via stones show me when your hot your never lonely

show me happiness without it then my bag of corpse the power pin

banks back snappin

without the app in

i'm a dance away from trappin

and still going to sleep g stackin

i reek of alley walls

cash calls

feet up and cali coughs run what

don't make me laugh my balles off

tour kickin off the heals of drama

fabric all timer million in the mericanna

they done put me on giuseppe let me in belenciaga now i'm marathon donnin' til the power

the commas

they waitin' on a fix

watch me fix em all

i put my blood sweat and tears in this and risk just to ball

these fakers always switch

fix and getcha call i'm in the ghetto where you gotta act you outta here you scold

erase the corny shit

separate me now

keep the business out the crowd get the pie and break it down ovations all we get

second place is foul and we came all this way ain't no room for hesitation now

yo! stories to be sold not told

back out my face with cameras noz like my weakest bitch pump like jamaican dancers

take a break from time to time where punks like to take advantage

empty out ya mind for mind drunk nights and vegas chances more great advances latest answers to ya rap quiz

got hustle by the mac clips rap trips to saks fifth

sat in the best seats of your life 10 rows behind me

hit man

switch hands

click bam been flows for homi

my marksmen hobby on a buck bent rose bugatti

ferrari scent and money spent men codes abided

collision records when i pick dent hoes to side in

mercedes pilllin' made the hood go crazy bout 'em amateurs rappin' they heart out

really ain't sayin' shit though

i'm the wanted bombing sicko

a hundred times official

empty stomach crime is simple

against without the margin

you starvin' early morning bloggin' foreign car and audemarin uh!

they waitin' on a fix

watch me fix em all

i put my blood sweat and tears in this and risk just to ball

these fakers always switch

fix and getcha call i'm in the ghetto where you gotta act you outta here you scold

erase the corny shit

separate me now

keep the business out the crowd get the pie and break it down ovations all we get

second place is foul and we came all this way ain't no room for hesitation now