Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death by Design , by - Lloyd Banks. Release date: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Death by Design |
| Uh, you know what, you talk too much you need to shut the fuck up |
| I’m shitting 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 niggas 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 fuck 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 shit ain’t done, even though sometimes it may seem that way |
| A nigga run and playing we gon' have a DOA |
| I dip a few blocks, leave the bitch 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 bitch, you’ve got to make her cum |
| I got shit I’m willing to die for, y’all better pay for them |
| Fuck your mind, I ain’t got the time, death by my design |
| You be acting bitchmade 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 niggas out combined |
| You’ve still got to remind these niggas time to time |
| You know anything about me, you know I’ma shine |
| Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac’s a dollar sign |
| 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 niggas to ever do it, dead or not |
| Fuck your mind, I ain’t got the time, death by my design |
| You be acting bitchmade 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 niggas out combined |
| You’ve still got to remind these niggas time to time |
| You know anything about me, you know I’ma shine |
| Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac’s a dollar sign |
| 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 fuck? |
| Fuck your mind, I ain’t got the time, death by my design |
| You be acting bitchmade 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 niggas out combined |
| You’ve still got to remind these niggas time to time |
| You know anything about me, you know I’ma shine |
| Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac’s a dollar sign |