Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Repetition, artist - Lloyd Banks. Date of issue: 30.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Repetition |
| Yeah, money knots from block ties, in the slums I’m favorite |
| Going over dumb heads, top five is an understatement |
| Antagonized 'til the animal out, no one can tame it |
| Whatever I don’t live long enough to fix my son’ll change it |
| Murdered every club you name it, tilt, flipped it and rearranged it |
| Married hustle, still celebrate the engagement |
| God’s laughing at plans, won’t take for granted the second hand |
| You wouldn’t understand, your Yacht-Master never left the land |
| Take care your fam, we equal, don’t see you no lesser man |
| No love for the weak side, dropping Fritos and extras, damn |
| That disrespect shit don’t fly, G-code we check the land |
| No profit to be made won’t comply, C-notes protect the plan |
| Soldiers with the same goal, poverty help connect the clan |
| All in the even playing field, find a ki and to stretch it, man |
| There’s madness to my method, yo' ass is gon' respect it |
| Hit the masses, tip the record |
| They’ll be running out of gas any second |
| Same problems, different day (day) |
| Feels like the clock’s working against a nigga |
| Ain’t no time to drift away |
| Toys’ll make the bitches play (play) |
| I switch my shit up for nobody |
| Doubters always gon' to have shit to say |
| Another K, another homi (homi) |
| I think I had an outer body, toast the illest shit you ever seen |
| If you dumb enough to try me (try me) |
| I put them numbers on you, you be having a forever dream |
| Uh, niggas got my name all in the talks again, you know he buzzing |
| Anything I ever did, I want it too, you owe me nothing |
| Gotta watch for enemies, top of the police dumping |
| Niggas that claimed to have my back then |
| Confidence told me fuck 'em |
| Very seldom seen in the mix, then we got the 30 with us |
| Hung on me for so long, what a feeling to curve these bitches |
| Kick my habits out, clear-minded, no blurry business |
| Haters see me up again, tears dropping with Curry quickness |
| Pardon my stance, I been pissing champs |
| Jeweler got my wrist advanced |
| Preachers no chance, help the consistent camp |
| I made a way for these niggas, peep my commission dance |
| I watched destiny slip through hands |
| Genius unnoticed by simple fans |
| Pictures flipping, don’t care for the politics they watch |
| Funny how years ago Trump was giving me mixtape drops |
| Little crosses and a big face watch, pay the God I lift they stock Beggars |
| 'round in the event the shit may pop |
| Same problems, different day (day) |
| Feels like the clock’s working against a nigga |
| Ain’t no time to drift away |
| Toys’ll make the bitches play (play) |
| I switch my shit up for nobody |
| Doubters always gon' to have shit to say |
| Another K, another homi (homi) |
| I think I had an outer body, toast the illest shit you ever seen |
| If you dumb enough to try me (try me) |
| I put them numbers on you, you be having a forever dream |