Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Early Exit, artist - Lloyd Banks. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Early Exit |
| Uh, everything on heavy, water on your prop bezzi' |
| Made my prezzi' rock steady, my confetti is a blend of blueberry |
| Too many crosses on my line, new celly |
| Can’t even snuff a nigga, lames too ready |
| What pocket change you buried? |
| Some words are strong enough to get your fam' touched |
| Serpent ass nigga, slither right out your handcuffs |
| We’re total opposites, how could you understand us? |
| Pockets in a drought, yet floodin' your Instagram up |
| Your WCW rams us |
| Lyricist delivery, Roberto Duran punch |
| My aura luminates the room, Louis Vuitton balloons |
| Banko back to revvin' up the goons, movie time the zooms |
| I send 'em shots in a medley, Uzi, Nine, kabooms |
| Bury me a fucking king, custom jewelry out my tomb |
| You sleepin' on me, made your bed up, can’t reroute the doom |
| Can’t be out here dying over coon, floosies out the room, uh! |
| Around the way, you never know |
| Everybody won’t like you, you gon' have to let it go |
| Gotta find a better road |
| Shit on all your facade, rocks on a bed of gold |
| You can leave here in a second yo |
| Dummy fall I’ma never fall |
| We gon' always be respected |
| If a nigga crossed the lines we drew, early exit |
| Uh, you fuckin' with the genuine artical |
| Fly nigga, I’m lookin' like Ginuwine in the artical |
| Been a ton, bitch I been a don |
| I resemble the image of God, the pendant’s on tier with Rakim Allah’s |
| I admit I started a renaissance |
| Got all these artists on the same shit I’m on, I should talk at a seminar, uh |
| Your lyrics semi-hard |
| You ain’t gotta give me the nod, I know I’m the big dog |
| In the yard not only did I lift the bar with bars |
| I really did sling hard like Nicky Barnes |
| Minus the fish you got fishing parts, you still a bitch at heart |
| I’m on a yacht fishin' in a pond |
| Who knew the arm could lift six sextillions |
| I’m really just superior to y’all with no jewelry on |
| Spit on your Richard Mille I’m a demigod |
| Big bitch lookin' at me like a chili dog, uh! |
| Around the way, you never know (Really dog, Marci) |
| Everybody won’t like you, you gon' have to let it go |
| Gotta find a better road |
| Shit on all your facade, rocks on a bed of gold |
| You can leave here in a second yo |
| Dummy fall I’ma never fall |
| We gon' always be respected |
| If a nigga crossed the lines we drew, early exit |
| Uh, get out of line and there’ll be slim to no forgiveness |
| Have my niggas grabbin' arms like you called them sons of bitches |
| Funny how the aggressors become the witness |
| And you know the motto, speak about it, cuts and stitches |
| Don’t be next to get your head cracked, staple and machete crime |
| Gloomy, you know Halloween, I’m pitchin', gets 'em every time |
| Grimey ghoul goblin, promise anyone that envy dying |
| Giant jewels drippin, keep a smithin', turn you MC blind |
| Crazy how they talk, you can’t help 'em out, too corny |
| Think somebody in my family tree put a root on me |
| Watch your tone, last nigga that moved got a boot on him |
| The ringer ain’t out of range for anybody you callin' |
| Nigga every year’s a blessing, I cop, pull up in Queens |
| Dapped a fan, said it’s good to see me, good to be seen |
| In any area you stumble in got a hood in between |
| Spring my fucking wrist whippin' this shit, cooking machine |
| Around the way, you never know |
| Everybody won’t like you, you gon' have to let it go |
| Gotta find a better road |
| Shit on all your facade, rocks on a bed of gold |
| You can leave here in a second, yo |
| Dummy fall I’ma never fall |
| We gon' always be respected |
| If a nigga crossed the lines we drew, early exit |