Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Failures No Option , by - Lloyd Banks. Release date: 27.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Failures No Option |
| I’ma give 'em hell until I rest in peace |
| Been through it all, need my respect at least |
| Who got the bet? |
| Better you bet on me, baby |
| Made man, America’s most wanted lately |
| So much I want you to see |
| Feel like I’m boxed in, only wins’ll bring the comfort to me |
| Still ain’t no stopping |
| I’ma wind up on top with the key |
| Until then they watching |
| Ain’t not rules, gotta play for keeps |
| Failure’s no option |
| Everybody want the light |
| I’m like fine you can have this |
| The top don’t mean you’re living right, keep your mind on what matters |
| These hoes don’t love you, they rehearsin' all kind of theatrics |
| Supposed to build each other up but most time it be backwards |
| Until then we got to wait and pray until they finally catch us |
| Toe tags, no dads in a county of bastards |
| Going to need a cape to see our future |
| You blind and need glasses? |
| Ten, twenty years rewinding these classics |
| Let’s toast to living our vision |
| Love the sound of these glasses |
| Envious bastards off the axis, mahogany caskets |
| The blocks banging if you survive these harmony flashes |
| No free passes, just regrets and R.I.P ad-libs |
| Dearly departed, keep me guarded and all that we ask is |
| Put a good word in while we hurting and dodging these crashes |
| And, my position is go hard or get missing |
| It’s like dope and I’m running, the other part of me twitching |
| Listen… |
| I’ma give 'em hell until I rest in peace |
| Been through it all, need my respect at least |
| Who got the bet? |
| Better you bet on me, baby |
| Made man, America’s most wanted lately |
| So much I want you to see |
| Feel like I’m boxed in, only wins’ll bring the comfort to me |
| Still ain’t no stopping |
| I’ma wind up on top with the key |
| Until then they watching |
| Ain’t not rules, gotta play for keeps |
| Failure’s no option |
| Attitude like «Fuck it» today |
| I need chilling and Louie buckets to play |
| Man keep your outlet, I ain’t got nothing to say |
| Rather stick out than just be stuck in the way |
| I’m pushing two decades of killing these bars |
| Here’s my parade |
| Sun don’t always shine |
| Shit get too bright, they throw you shade |
| I hope you make it there |
| Top of that, make it from older age |
| Niggas want you to snap, give it all back |
| It’s sporting rage, bloody contact |
| Slipping off track, caught in a maze |
| If I should hang up my number, you’ll love me then? |
| Shit! |
| I wonder, pedal to floors |
| Still soaring above the rim |
| Good morning, I’m up to win |
| Who brought us more less within |
| A quarter sent out to gems |
| Six songs without the pen |
| I gave it all I had and you shot me down |
| I ain’t change, same nigga they copy know |
| Pay homage, pour out the commas and smile |
| Outside of the family, can’t nobody come near me |
| I threw it all on my shoulders, foot on the rap game clearly, uh |
| I’ma give 'em hell until I rest in peace |
| Been through it all, need my respect at least |
| Who got the bet? |
| Better you bet on me, baby |
| Made man, America’s most wanted lately |
| So much I want you to see |
| Feel like I’m boxed in, only wins’ll bring the comfort to me |
| Still ain’t no stopping |
| I’ma wind up on top with the key |
| Until then they watching |
| Ain’t not rules, gotta play for keeps |
| Failure’s no option |