Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song C O T I , by - Lloyd Banks. Release date: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
C O T I |
| The streets don’t show love and gettin' to it don’t make you a boss |
| There’s no remorse, the turns of the inevitable course |
| Don’t follow nobody else’s, figure out which path is yours |
| 'Cause lights go off, and I pray to God I never get lost |
| They always watchin', pretendin' they want you winnin', of course |
| They want the torch, the turns of the inevitable course |
| All I got is my word and principles that I never cross |
| Can’t get knocked off, the turns of the inevitable course (Yo, uh) |
| Rare that I speak on y’all, rather I not be mentioned either |
| You runnin' the internet with your issues, you’re an attention-seeker |
| Never laid shit down for me, covered expenses either |
| That’s where Blue came in, showin' love’s an expensive teacher |
| Money involved, people’ll flip-flop on you, Gucci style |
| You shit all on me, keep that same energy when the truth comes out |
| You flawed yourself, who put you in a position where you can vouch? |
| Do losers count? |
| I brung you 'round, time to pack up and move the house |
| Losin' the best friend’s a feeling nobody else can help |
| Just look at me, all these years later, still out here by myself |
| Lured from the fakest material things disguised as wealth |
| Thinkin' I’m vulnerable, I’m not, weapon concealed behind the belt |
| And half this doubt out here since before you heard of me, love it |
| Minimize him behind doors, switchin' it up in public |
| You lookin' for light, got a little bit off my name and loved it |
| Grown-ass man dick ridin' for pictures, I’m disgusted (Uh) |
| The streets don’t show love and gettin' to it don’t make you a boss |
| There’s no remorse, the turns of the inevitable course |
| Don’t follow nobody else’s, figure out which path is yours |
| 'Cause lights go off, and I pray to God I never get lost |
| They always watchin', pretendin' they want you winnin', of course |
| They want the torch, the turns of the inevitable course |
| All I got is my word and principles that I never cross |
| Can’t get knocked off, the turns of the inevitable course (Uh) |
| Take a walk through my catalog that nobody helped me design |
| Just when you thought you finally clipped my wings, you were helpin' me fly |
| Maybe my dark aura’s reversed, maybe I fell from the sky |
| Can’t let no play-both-siders blot out my vision, eye-for-an-eye |
| They want the truth intact, force me to shoot it back, left me a boobytrap |
| How cruel is that? |
| Got me out in the corners where it get spooky at |
| Believe nothin' what you hear, fuckin' dummy for just assumin' that |
| Half of what you may see, common sense is rare and you losin' that |
| AR1 with the doofy strap, this’ll supply the fiends |
| New, improved version of super crack, cruisin' back in the Beem' |
| I was destined to have a king since the pharaoh get moved to Queens |
| Crabs tryna stop each other, hard to be happy if one of us leaves |
| These suckers don’t get to slap five, point, I’ve severed my rap ties |
| Death’s a permanent black eye, rest in peace Wise and Fat Shy |
| Pockets fat as your last lie, allegedly I’m the bad guy |
| Probably don’t like me anyway, lucky to see me pass by (Uh) |
| The streets don’t show love and gettin' to it don’t make you a boss |
| There’s no remorse, the turns of the inevitable course |
| Don’t follow nobody else’s, figure out which path is yours |
| 'Cause lights go off, and I pray to God I never get lost |
| They always watchin', pretendin' they want you winnin', of course |
| They want the torch, the turns of the inevitable course |
| All I got is my word and principles that I never cross |
| Can’t get knocked off, the turns of the inevitable course |