Lloyd Banks - Last Of A Dope Era Dying lyrics

(Hook) All that sh** together don’t equal love to the work I’m supplying What you selling we ain’t buying You n***as got it watered down the most I could see your ending already And the timing is close We done came too far to have a setback That bullsh** ain’t flying You done fell victim to all the lying Your on your the way out and you know it, loaded Last of a dope era dying (Verse 1 : Lloyd Banks) I asked god to bless me with the gift and he spoiled me Kicking my sh** for years now easy as time recorded me My style as I rate quarter disorderly Bars that will get you right on your feet Quarter to quarter fee You settle for crumbs not where you ought to be Guarantee you light times slaughtery In my warranty, uh Chronicles of the last legends Disrespect the veteran get you a sad exit In the book of our relations they’ll be a fast sentence Louie rubber bands to compliment my bags preference Soldier platinum army tag necklace I love the game but it got corny a** stretchers, uh Need the perfectionist appraise Crowd around a walking ticket Every breakfast is filet’s Will they spill and out my ears still Rest when I hit the wraith Further I go this memory connecting us to the pain (Hook) All that sh** together don’t equal love to the work I’m supplying What you selling we ain’t buying You n***as got it watered down the most I could see your ending already And the timing is close We done came too far to have a setback That bullsh** ain’t flying You done fell victim to all the lying Your on your the way out and you know it, loaded Last of a dope era dying (Verse 2: Lloyd Banks) Since my first mixtape i’ve cooked dime and the regular with no features I’ve saw myself like Conor McGregor They ain’t yourself they cool you out here Kinda an extra Roll an L up in the heat of the battle chronic finesser Sick to my stomach your cd’s are ramen n ketchup Put me next up to them boys in freebie Find me a heckler South Jamaica taker home of the grimiest threshold Hold the title mind professor Built shiniest as ever Get your yeses from the weakest of man cheating your fans Chin flips and middle fingers The lips speak to the hands Money signature control perimeter Feet in the ground Always sinister the global finisher Week in japan There ain’t sh** about survival steady Can’t be rhyming ready Instinct made my timing daily Frequent weapons collected who’s bombs held me Your working hard at your facade Hardly at the bank Partyin’ in your job sorry’s in your blogs (Hook) All that sh** together don’t equal love to the work I’m supplying What you selling we ain’t buying You n***as got it watered down the most I could see your ending already And the timing is close We done came too far to have a setback That bullsh** ain’t flying You done fell victim to all the lying Your on your the way out and you know it, loaded Last of a dope era dying