Lloyd Banks - Blood Sweat & Tears lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 Ima 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 im marathon donnin' til the power The commas [Hook] 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 im in the ghetto where you gotta act you outta here you scold Erase the corny sh** 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 [Verse 2] Yo! Stories to be sold not told Back out my face with cameras noz like my weakest b**h 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' sh** 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! [Hook]: 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 im in the ghetto where you gotta act you outta here you scold Erase the corny sh** 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