Lyrics Formaldehyde - Lloyd Banks, Benny the Butcher

Formaldehyde

Every song is a homicide
My breath of fresh air is formaldehyde
Just let the album ride
I’m back in the zone, it’s 2009
You on the browser lines
I’m watching you niggas with Malcolm eyes
Death from a thousand lines
Accurate, don’t need a vouch for mine
This little culture crime stick patch charging me alkaline
Fuck up your mouth design
Predator vision, a falcon flyin'
I’m coming out the climb
Hakeem, Diesel, and Yao combined
All of my outfits shine
Heavy on rocks and platinum time clarity crystal clear
That’s how I know a picture near
Been coolin', time to stir the pot
Dapper Dane did the kitchenware, now listen here
My motherfuckin' business I choose to disappear
Ready, don’t gotta get prepared
This is my rags to riches year
No more fakin' now, you normal facin' clown
I got better terror to hold your minds than Norman Bates
And now you don’t wanna shake with the dog
Need my paws on the spaceship now
Gotta leave my mark on the town
Where they normalize heat and foul, uh
.44 out the truck (Truck)
'Cause round here they don’t give a fuck (Yeah)
I’m all about a buck (Buck)
I think it’s time we live it up
You shit fresh out of luck
New in Ferragamo buckled up
The coppers wanna cuff us
But we got lawyers to rough 'em up
Strapped to the teeth a fact that the trappers tap in with me
I spent 2019 putting rappers back on their feet
A stack on the seat I made from pushing crack on the street
But when I drop it’s gon' feel like LeBron back on the East
And y’all suckers be playin', inside the whip is butter pecan
Three boxes from loaf’s, get rich again if one of these land
OG with stripes like a bumblebee, I’m humbly sayin'
I get your family kidnapped by waving one of these hands
Yeah, uh huh, niggas talk that gangsta shit until it happen
Come through shootin' backwards
Blew through traffic like the Dukes of Hazard
Yeah, all my hoes exclusive with abusive habits
And me and Blue don’t get no passes 'til we see you in action
That’s how they take it, as soon as you make it
It hurt 'em worse when you exceed expectations
I’m hearing screams from the graveyard
In my interviews, they tell me, «Explain more»
It’s simple, I took a risk and it paid off
Griselda
.44 out the truck (Truck)
'Cause round here they don’t give a fuck
I’m all about a buck (Buck)
I think it’s time we live it up
You shit fresh out of luck
New in Ferragamo buckled up
The coppers wanna cuff us
But we got lawyers to rough 'em up
Uh, it ain’t nothin' as infareds involved
Stacked up against me, I severed odds
You teachin' who 'bout what?
Hang my pic up in your seminars
Carry forever scars, fuck’s winning like if you never lost?
.357 laws, take a beard down like I’m letting them off
Three to four advances get you all some dances
I been a champ, it’s just the more I do, the more semantics
You hot shit on your campus, ain’t no awkward answers
Stay out of motions, deafen pussies like lupals and cancer
Merchandise that burn up and CDs that trample on
My flawless record made my ego big, need me a amazon
A camera form, they showed my name too long
Maybe the cam was wrong
She outta line, you better check her, shit working the fan was warm
18 years old, I was golden brown with the tats covered
Classic material crumbled up in my scrap bucket
Stumbled on one of my demos, caught a relapse from it
Born to rise my work 'til this day they made me immortalized
.44 out the truck (Truck)
'Cause round here they don’t give a fuck
I’m all about a buck (Buck)
I think it’s time we live it up
You shit fresh out of luck
New in Ferragamo buckled up
The coppers wanna cuff us
But we got lawyers to rough 'em up