[Lloyd Banks]
Being liked was never in my list of plans
I give a fuck about your Instagram
I give a fuck about your Twitter
Don´t follow me, you see me in the street, nigga

I´m a giant, noisy footsteps can´t sneak with ya
Been runnin´ shit, the next move is a flea flicker
Still makin´ ´em sick like sweet liquor
Book full of "told yous" in my MVP picture
Ninety percent of my songs gloomy, I´m bar heavy
I brought them bitches out a dark room like R. Kelly
Gorilla papers keep the car smelly
Thinkin´ I won´t line you up, dead wrong on the contrary
Diamonds on my pimp hand, my buckle strapped, Ferragam´
Scorin´ like a six man, quarter pound of Marathon
Awaitin´ a day when all of my bad habits gone
Money, power, respect, all the above added on

[Lloyd Banks]

The fuck can niggas tell me, dog? Nothin´
You walk around frontin´, prolly gon´ get into somethin´
Niggas´d be food, never dinner function
Better keep your cool or pretend, or somethin´

[Styles P]
Me and Blue again (What up?)
Blue steel in the foreign, yeah, I´m a CEO but move like a hooligan
If I´m in the club, then the owner gon´ let the shooter in
Stick it in car oil, baby oil and lubricant
Known to set trip, you only trip when you Uberin´
Went in godspeed for the time that I´m maneuvering
Yeah, I matter like Black lives
Baptized in the black five on nine-five with a crack pie

Lloyd, we think of Floyd Mayweather and George
Blowin´ smoke out the sunroof, talk to the lord
Thank God for the stash box in the Accord (Thank God)
All the old school drug dealers rocking velour
Arm, leg, a leg, a arm, head and take these
That´s the act, I sold crack just to bread, me
And I stuck niggas too, and I cut niggas too
They be like, "Fuck gooks," but I be like, "Fuck niggas too", what?

[Lloyd Banks]
The fuck can niggas tell me, dog? Nothin´
You walk around frontin´, prolly gon´ get into somethin´
Niggas´d be food, never dinner function
Better keep your cool or pretend, or somethin´

[Lloyd Banks]
Bet they hit their boyfriends with the okey-doke
Prepare for the hoedown, this ain´t her first rodeo
Watch me break this shit down like polio
The fuckin´ world can turn on a nigga long as the homies don´t
From South Jamaica to San Antonio
Seven days, I´m targetin´ paper, raining colonial
Killin´ for years, my ceremony´s due
I feel disrespected when niggas tell me my clone is you
If I should jump out the window, it´s necessary
You got something to say to me, tell my secretary
Request a order for June, see you in February
Thirty´ll get you a V, just have the edit ready
I been legendary, this is my second tour
Fuck the company, what´s a building to a wreckin´ ball?

Bunch of bitch-ass niggas that need a epidural
Take the Cuban links off, get ´em a neck of pearls

[Lloyd Banks]
The fuck can niggas tell me, dog? Nothin´
You walk around frontin´, prolly gon´ get into somethin´
Niggas´d be food, never dinner function
Better keep your cool or pretend, or somethin´