"DESPITE MY MISTAKES" lyrics
Lloyd Banks & Styles P Lyrics
[Lloyd Banks:]
Niggas be screamin' hate, feel like my praises ain't loud enough
Hecklers don't distract us no more hopin' you proud of us
Family, friends, and foes, none of this subject that I'll discuss
They move the goalposts, meet criteria, I'll adjust
One day you get to experience love without the lust
Addicted now, I can't count the money without a rush
My dog got snatched from his family, left his childhood crushed
Your kids don't owe you a damn thing, they smiles enough
The problems ain't overwhelming until they powering up
The pressure be my weekly weed ad with a thousand bugs
Party and dumb shit, stupid music for crowds with cups
Paparazzi snapping soon as you step out the trucks
You're changing on me, have every reason to doubt your trust
This source is credible, you need someone to vouch for stuff
Procrastination is mental, you can't get out your cuffs
Twenty-some odd years, fucking these poets up
Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face
But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
Some feelings never go nowhere, they harbor the hate
Shit happens for a reason, you can't argue with fate
Ain't no time to dwell on yesterday, there's money to make
Talk about him while he's counting, fell in love with the bank
Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face
But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
[Styles P:]
Sucker shit, it's never on the agenda
Despite my mistakes, I've never been a pretender
Do shit for niggas and niggas never remember
Swear to God that you owe him, you santa It is December
This ain't the 25th I ain't wearing a red suit
Before you ask for the follow, where am I being led to?
Sorta like the city of gods, what would Ned do?
Familiar with the sweat and the tears, I have bled too
Some say I act like a wolf, well I was bred to
If you was hungry, my nigga, I would've fed you
The story's written all on my face, thought I was destined Shit, was it all a mistake?
Yeah, it used to be love, now it's all of the hate
And it got me bringing the God asking for all of his grace
These niggas out of pocket, put them all in their place
Now fuck that, just throw that money all in the safe Gossip
[Lloyd Banks:]
Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face
But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
Some feelings never go nowhere, they harbor the hate
Shit happens for a reason, you can't argue with fate
Ain't no time to dwell on yesterday, there's money to make
Talk about him while he's counting, fell in love with the bank
Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face
But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
Feel like they trapped me in, sorry Father, I'm back again asking you to consider me
When you're removing penalties, winning improves your energy
Lost so much prayer, I don't lose the memories
Put my sweat and tears on this paper, will you remember me?
You'd be an empty seat, told you it ain't no empathy
You gotta live with this circle back in the century
Leeches that draw blood, they all die off eventually
Switching lanes on these parasites in my Bentley T
Sometimes you need pain, double think your regrets with me
Let's go aim your bat with a blue ace for just a scheme
They dying off again, fentanyl on my recipe
I'm better than all these motherfuckers collectively
I'm getting closer to God, drama connected me
At 21, they thought I met my life expectancy
Still having words with my ego, more like an entity
Can't even leave a voicemail, won't have to message me
Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face
But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
Some feelings never go nowhere, they harbor the hate
Shit happens for a reason, you can't argue with fate
Ain't no time to dwell on yesterday, there's money to make
Talk about him while he's counting, fell in love with the bank
Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face
But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
Niggas be screamin' hate, feel like my praises ain't loud enough
Hecklers don't distract us no more hopin' you proud of us
Family, friends, and foes, none of this subject that I'll discuss
They move the goalposts, meet criteria, I'll adjust
One day you get to experience love without the lust
Addicted now, I can't count the money without a rush
My dog got snatched from his family, left his childhood crushed
Your kids don't owe you a damn thing, they smiles enough
The problems ain't overwhelming until they powering up
The pressure be my weekly weed ad with a thousand bugs
Party and dumb shit, stupid music for crowds with cups
Paparazzi snapping soon as you step out the trucks
You're changing on me, have every reason to doubt your trust
This source is credible, you need someone to vouch for stuff
Procrastination is mental, you can't get out your cuffs
Twenty-some odd years, fucking these poets up
Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face
But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
Some feelings never go nowhere, they harbor the hate
Shit happens for a reason, you can't argue with fate
Ain't no time to dwell on yesterday, there's money to make
Talk about him while he's counting, fell in love with the bank
Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face
But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
[Styles P:]
Sucker shit, it's never on the agenda
Despite my mistakes, I've never been a pretender
Do shit for niggas and niggas never remember
Swear to God that you owe him, you santa It is December
This ain't the 25th I ain't wearing a red suit
Before you ask for the follow, where am I being led to?
Sorta like the city of gods, what would Ned do?
Familiar with the sweat and the tears, I have bled too
Some say I act like a wolf, well I was bred to
If you was hungry, my nigga, I would've fed you
The story's written all on my face, thought I was destined Shit, was it all a mistake?
Yeah, it used to be love, now it's all of the hate
And it got me bringing the God asking for all of his grace
These niggas out of pocket, put them all in their place
Now fuck that, just throw that money all in the safe Gossip
[Lloyd Banks:]
Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face
But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
Some feelings never go nowhere, they harbor the hate
Shit happens for a reason, you can't argue with fate
Ain't no time to dwell on yesterday, there's money to make
Talk about him while he's counting, fell in love with the bank
Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face
But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
Feel like they trapped me in, sorry Father, I'm back again asking you to consider me
When you're removing penalties, winning improves your energy
Lost so much prayer, I don't lose the memories
Put my sweat and tears on this paper, will you remember me?
You'd be an empty seat, told you it ain't no empathy
You gotta live with this circle back in the century
Leeches that draw blood, they all die off eventually
Switching lanes on these parasites in my Bentley T
Sometimes you need pain, double think your regrets with me
Let's go aim your bat with a blue ace for just a scheme
They dying off again, fentanyl on my recipe
I'm better than all these motherfuckers collectively
I'm getting closer to God, drama connected me
At 21, they thought I met my life expectancy
Still having words with my ego, more like an entity
Can't even leave a voicemail, won't have to message me
Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face
But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
Some feelings never go nowhere, they harbor the hate
Shit happens for a reason, you can't argue with fate
Ain't no time to dwell on yesterday, there's money to make
Talk about him while he's counting, fell in love with the bank
Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face
But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
