Lloyd Banks - Death by Design lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh, you know what, you talk too much you need to shut the fu*k up I'm sh*tting 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, Blue should have never toast you ni**as one cup 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 fu*k out it Prolly could've forgave some of 'em, missed the principle bout it I fell but grandma told me "Baby you gon' be ok" This sh*t ain't done, evеn though sometimes it may seem that way A ni**a run and playing we gon' havе a DOA I dip a few blocks, leave the b*tch with my cuz where people stay Money don't make the man, but you better learn how to make you some Envy'll hide behind the compliments, so watch who you take em from Long story short, our life's a b*tch, you've got to make her cum I got sh*t I'm willing to die for, y'all better pay for them [Hook] fu*k your mind, I ain't got the time, death by my design You be acting b*tchmade 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 Uh, nicer than all these ni**as out combined You've still got to remind these ni**as time to time You know anything about me, you know I'ma shine Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac's a dollar sign [Verse 2] Uh, You thought my first was a fluke, I couldn't believe y'all Every nightmare I woke up brought me a dream car Masculine when I'm tapping in, keep the gossip between y'all Hope you grow but you local though, never rocked an aren', 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 meme 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 bear what I net, Kevin Durant, Ja Morant 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 drive a pump, making the Chevy hop One of the realest ni**as to ever do it, dead or not [Hook] fu*k your mind, I ain't got the time, death by my design You be acting b*tchmade 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 Uh, nicer than all these ni**as out combined You've still got to remind these ni**as time to time You know anything about me, you know I'ma shine Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac's a dollar sign [Verse 3] Yo, mind your bidness, ain't in my business meetings Thank you for constant disbelieving, my gift is streaming in different regions Another run, I'ma pick up leaving, my trips Beluga I'm booked this season, you serious, is the hooker freezing? Punches ringing like [?] Davis 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 fu*k? [Hook] fu*k your mind, I ain't got the time, death by my design You be acting b*tchmade 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 Uh, nicer than all these ni**as out combined You've still got to remind these ni**as time to time You know anything about me, you know I'ma shine Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac's a dollar sign