"Keys To Success" lyrics
"Keys To Success"
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Twenty some years of shittin' on top of the map with this phenomenal rap
Killshot them niggas with jackets, he not comin' back, chemicals poppin' on wax
Bring all your niggas in [?] countin' the straps, ten of you droppin' your back
Too many niggas, a couple, a hunnid resemble each other, identical cat
New York the boilin' [?] pot for the scratch, find me somewhere in the center of that
My emblem black, the numbers I put up from winnin' so accurate, invented the stat
Target, I would not be mentioned with that
King and the teenager holdin' the shit down, the engine in fact
Time to find out where your temperature at, exit the back
Careful dishonor can get on your clothes, you shouldn't even be next to the rat
That's a professional trap, what kind of protection is that?
You got a confession and snap? You know they'll be checkin' the jet?
Motherfuckers knew all of the ropes and real as a wrestlin' match
You sound like you stuck up in time, it ain't nobody checkin' for that
You fuckin' it up for the city, in the room niggas catchin' a flag
You wastin' your time with your now, 'cause I ain't gon' message you back
Watch out who you let in your circle, there's always a lesson in that
When you eatin', time flies
If you listen closely, you'll hear the keys to survive
Careful when walkin', all of these demons outside (Uh)
There's no one to trust, that's how it be in Southside (Uh)
The block is too hot, a thousand degrees they drive-by
I'm runnin' this shit, can't disagree on my time
Another one callin', there's nothin' but green on my mind
Never dishonored, my brother the reason I shine
These are the crimes, uh
It's a new quarter, right back on ya
Same old attractions, different monsters
Still on this mountain, this my karma
Kicked all them off here, this is Sparta
Heavy artillery, this is Contra
Contraband, new plans of sponsors
Say what you mean and mean your posture
Don't go [?] is pressin' yourself through Vodka
Pull in the truck 'round with the mobsters
[?] touchdown, we can prosper
Shit and be 'round here, would you lose it?
Drop the wood now, give me the lobster
Rappin' can step it up in the drama
It ain't gon' be no respect for imposters
Big ass pendant look like an oscar
You can't roam free, you an hostage
Call seats with them blockers, even more reason to watch us
Four seasons in tropics, baby, don't believe in no promise
Watch what you leave in them comments, stupid, I ain't weavin' no violence
Gadget keepin' for silence, network, word regional balance
You are tuned into the fallace, they gave my goons superpowers
I'm on the clock for these dollars, don't feel like it's in them [?]
I bought these for the cowards, shit, them coffees are no challenge
My young gun got a point to prove, he's more deemed than new talents
When you eatin', time flies
If you listen closely, you'll hear the keys to survive
Careful when walkin', all of these demons outside (Uh)
There's no one to trust, that's how it be in Southside (Uh)
The block is too hot, a thousand degrees they drive-by
I'm runnin' this shit, can't disagree on my time
Another one callin', there's nothin' but green on my mind
Never dishonored, my brother the reason I shine
These are the crimes, uh
- AZLyrics
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- Lloyd Banks Lyrics
album:
"The Course Of The Inevitable 3: Pieces Of My Pain" (2023)
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