Lloyd Banks Trapped
[Verse 1:]
Uh, suited up for war already, never been an ordinary
Everything I heard was like, handing off the cold to heavy
Niggas had the nerve to bite, let it meet the curb, I'm ready Bariola opposition, waving off confetti
Nigga, I don't got a hatin' gene, more comfortable knowing
You envy me, grateful to spot the inconsistencies in you
You let me see legends don't come and go regardless of errors I'm MVP, raised in a neighborhood and family leadin' with an empty tree
Money's the sweetest sound flippin' through bills is [my mini ??] now Over the years I would've thought you'd get better
You let me down since a teenager, been out of exotics Impress me how
I done had everything, though none of it mattered
Unless we smile, clean up your act, my nigga Stay the f..ck out of the messy crowd
Lucky my OG got to see me before passin', I bet she's proud
Time to get back to where it was on my own
God bless the child Strangers knockin' still, but nobody's home, the rest is fact
[Hook:]
Yo, nowhere to run, no man above the pack
The disappointment's in the air, you love the hood, but it don't love you back
Somehow you end up where the trouble's at
Some doors are open for a reason, dog, another day, another trap
No matter where you come from, gon' adapt to where you at
My dog left on a one -way trip and never comin' back
If I ever gave you somethin', keep it now, how real is that?
[Verse 2:]
Unh, make it all a whore's affable, haters wavin' more tomorrow Meet the ground, you f..ck around, ups and downs, it's all survival Tied up bitches forced to look, changed the fame to fortune model
Huns that shook the world over a hundred times, they all went viral
[Boat ??] in my crown already, bad weather shifting me
Heavy throne, toasty originals, can't let no one of these send me home
Play me, I push a button, niggas get clipped with the prezzy phone
They say just talk a nigga, summon the killings, a deli porn Conquering dreams, resume, flexing my power for breathing room
Figured I'd hang it up with Cody, but nah, it'll be too soon
I ain't in a calendar, my arsenal's crowded, new season's doomed
Head off the shoulders now, for anyone doubt it, you'll freeze through June
Heat for all the leeches, half of the industry bleeding soon
Playing them color games, we shake them up out it
Who needs a coon family, I know it when you start getting flowers
Believers bloom, classic albums buy me time on the moon
