Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks - Passing Me By (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

Born to be that nigga, nigga, hit me more, winner nix me

More dollas make me smile, wandering in and out these stores

I done put the work in, got to pay me now, hip-hop let me down

Niggas stole my style, still hold my title, nigga

Ferragamo shades, all I know is pain, narrow Wayne

Alexander M-C, actual queen, players neva change

Seven chains, hit whateva range, slim Finella frame

Victory feels heavenly, for that I'll go thru' hell again

Niggas turning groupie, want the glow so bad

Pockets full o' linen, broken dreams is all ya had

Talking big shit 'bout yo dad, got emotions like a bitch

Lying her cubics off with a Pinocchio click

More than a thousand lines for picking

Gimme a moment, I'll deliver

Take a trip thru' South Jamaica, neva seen a frozen nigga

Dope in a yola, y'all combine the heat in this nation

Why ya lost yo muthafucking pride, ain't got no stripes

This M O B go blah if ya ain't got winning in yo eyes

It's too many drugs, all the deception in yo brain

I'm getting luck, ya came to see, I'm Heavy D

I 3D up the room, Franklins 'round the clock, won't stop

This is for the block, nice to know ya

Ya ain't no groom, go get a job

A packet of sumething to steal and rob

Ya kissing ass to feel involved

I'll get ya sawed, won't look my way, running yo fingers off

Everybody green, no grape, ay, daydreaming 'bout this paper

Lyrical and I envision yellow women by the layer

Now the most anticipated, I was the underrated

I'm yo favorite rapper's favorite, my ways are supa player

But still I stand right here

I reek of OG pink rosé and Blue Chanel

I made a promise to my people, give 'em hell until I die

So pick one out of yo care, ya can't

All the money in the world won't get ya stamped

I'm ______(?), part time ain't gon' last forever

Shit, sumething got to give, it's better on the otha side, huh?

Build me a dolla bridge, plea, God bless my mama, kids

Send me all they problems, I'll be fine with this

Move Bentley and time, heavy's my mind

I twist ya eva touch my section, saw me representing

My words'll really resurrect me when I'm gone to blessing

Hit minus, won't meet up and do it, won't be no protection

The reaper got big room for dummies

You ain't getting no fucking money

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