Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paint the Sky, artist - Lloyd Banks. Date of issue: 27.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paint the Sky |
| You’re undercut by all the amateurs |
| It’s the amateurs who make it tough for the professionals |
| From mooching and being able to pass off their bullshit |
| I’ve seen a hoop dream turn to a death wish |
| Get into trouble, no problem, you’re on the guest list |
| They wonder how we got trapped in it, my guess is |
| It’s reckless when you’re young, black and you restless |
| Been up the streets this week and all |
| Conversation breached the wall |
| Ain’t no secrets y’all, you’re speaking tall |
| But got a small way of thinking if you’re thinking you’re better |
| Ain’t a dollar made to keep shit together |
| I’m knee deep in the gutter |
| My dawg said he go to sleep in his color |
| He hit the blunt, took the world, and got the reaper to stutter |
| A year spared from a weeping mother |
| My scars outside don’t match the ones I keep in under |
| Bet you the devil ain’t going to sleep this summer |
| The heat’ll come and leave your ass cold, you’re holding a number |
| Humble down if you ain’t from the town |
| Talking like you’re running shit |
| And you just run around, when it all goes down |
| Forever, I’ma stay alive |
| Bred to handle anything, yeah, put here to rise |
| Let the purple flowers, paint the sky |
| Still taking chances, rather not make it by |
| Forever I’ma keep it real |
| Brought up in the field, another dream for the street to kill |
| We hope the money ease the mind |
| I need a way out like I need to rhyme |
| This life is a drug homie and I been an addict |
| Can’t talk money if you never had it |
| You never was made from a better average |
| I’m here to become a King like Coretta marriage |
| Beretta packed it, get together a package |
| Grease covered with plastic and it bubbles for traffic |
| I’m bumping you bastards when I mob through |
| Put a hole in one, yeah, we play golf too |
| No controllers, I over power this rap biz |
| Weed louder than Khaled ad-libs |
| Breathe sour laughin with Fat Diggs? |
| mad kid |
| Funny how all the rats where the trap is |
| Guess it’s too much cheese to be getting |
| Flip what? |
| You only turn keys in the ignition |
| Ten hut, keep the army in position |
| My army the commission, we all meet in tradition |
| What’s up? |
| Forever, I’ma stay alive |
| Bred to handle anything, yeah, put here to rise |
| Let the purple flowers, paint the sky |
| Still taking chances, rather not make it by |
| Forever I’ma keep it real |
| Brought up in the field, another dream for the street to kill |
| We hope the money ease the mind |
| I need a way out like I need to rhyme |
| Little homie set up for a brutal living |
| Hope ya momma put a bid in 'cause her dude in prison |
| You know who’s always there and who’s been missing |
| Kind of what you’re used to with no supervision |
| Clean yourself up and resume the mission |
| Still trying to avoid collision so I’m riding out with coupe precision |
| Rumors carried by young niggas and stupid women |
| Go on, that’s forbidden, here’s to my new beginning |
| Rims spinning, I’m through walking |
| You don’t really want shit with me, dawg, you’re moon barking |
| My clothes come in two, I need a few coffins |
| Tell 'em I did it my way then take my shoes off them |
| Ending this like the movie paper views often |
| Old cowards spreading knowledge that the fools taught them |
| Though many got the same minds, I won a huge portion |
| I hit the lye, get high, hear my crew talking |
| Forever, I’ma stay alive |
| Bred to handle anything, yeah, put here to rise |
| Let the purple flowers, paint the sky |
| Still taking chances, rather not make it by |
| Forever I’ma keep it real |
| Brought up in the field, another dream for the street to kill |
| We hope the money ease the mind |
| I need a way out like I need to rhyme |