Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sidewalks, artist - Lloyd Banks. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sidewalks |
| Keep molding what you’ve been aware of, left DNA all the places I been |
| My spot isn’t rented, your favorite rappers don’t race to top 10 |
| Dangerous the way my mind spinnin', if opposition chop limbs |
| Then only the niggas go clone me, molds of ego got twins |
| You come to my town, see spooky signs, the license plates, they clock in |
| I married the week of schemin' the P and I’m tryna go weed the crops in |
| I wonder where all my opps been, still pack a venue, pop in |
| I’m puttin' the work to last longer, hoo, my gorilla dropped in |
| This new package landed, blue magic branded, it hasn’t planted back the screen |
| Won’t peer it the fuck out, 'cause Banks is a acro cannon |
| My tattooed hands wave the bricks that build me a statue standin' tall as ever |
| Ball in all weather, baskets do famine, nigga |
| You thinkin' of trainin'? |
| I could learn you 'bout something, hope a school |
| protect your neck |
| Cassette, CD and vinyl gets broke in two |
| Handle more anger, still, the G.O.A.T. |
| conversation is overdue |
| The discussion’s premature when it comes to who’s the G.O.A.T |
| I have a gold man and a keeper to my brother, keep your head on a swivel |
| Niggas dyin', it take your wonder from the way it’s lookin' lately so meagle |
| I’m here to get the summer |
| Everybody got the same chance to take it, chasin' one color, real city |
| motherfuckers |
| I got the post by the finger, check out my speech |
| Avoid the wrong territory, we play for keeps |
| Won’t be no sympathy for you, to say the least |
| He need the sours for chillers, stay out the streets |
| Uh, you not gon' meet the big homie, mirror my face every burrow |
| I’m really the same stand-up nigga, new time, new place, different struggle |
| Big crucifix to outshine me, a hunnid briefers, be humble |
| How dare you to reach out and touch me, no forms to have a team huddle |
| They wanna reign my force on others, the fuck you hear is my rebuttal |
| You promised it’s never been troubles, so my reaction seems subtle |
| My vision’s back to green tunnels, get caught in traffic, leak puddles |
| We talkin' practice, no stumbles, cookin' up masterpiece bundles |
| New York, the meltin' pot, melt a opp, give yourself the shop cleanin' card |
| You were dealt a dropped product on someone else’s block |
| You’re goin' against the green leafy, you must want the help to stop |
| Needy, back here from Hell, you’ll rot, burnin' out on the bail from cops |
| 4:30, a star was born, my journey’s been stuck in the dark too long |
| How you gon' tend to 'partments 'lone? |
| You see me 'cause the parking on |
| You should’ve invested in the stock, you’ve been workin' the market wrong |
| Killin' this shit 'til the blood in my heart is gone |
| I have a gold man and a keeper to my brother, keep your head on a swivel |
| Niggas dyin', it take your wonder from the way it’s lookin' lately so meagle |
| I’m here to get the summer |
| Everybody got the same chance to take it, chasin' one color, real city |
| motherfuckers |
| I got the post by the finger, check out my speech |
| Avoid the wrong territory, we play for keeps |
| Won’t be no sympathy for you, to say the least |
| He need the sours for chillers, stay out the streets |