Lloyd Banks What Am I Doing Here
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Nigga this where I'm from I ain't going nowhere
Niggas get gon every year don't care
Dna I wouldn't put together
Put cha paper on it
Fuck with hefner you could never
My flow is lie the crack and boosting era
Take a couple of your favourites and patch the 2 together
Banks, exotic ranger cruising through Jacuzzi weather
Papa told me never sweat her let the porno movies get her
Quitter, cold nigga bust her ass then I pass
200 on the dash ove fast hit the flash
Old soul my flows like a blast from the past
A rare case on ya last bit of cash
Daydreaming out the roof cause it's see through
Rolling up bopping to that h.n.I.c 2
Deez are medical weed blue
Hot mornings to sea blue a rap fiends needle
Nigga I see you, around about the same street
Pounding out the same freaks
I ain't trying ta make peace
Please
This where I'm from I ain't going nowhere
Niggas get gon every year don't care
Uh this all I know where the f..ck I'm gon go
Real nigga to the ground in death row
Yeah, you unemployed boy hating ain't the average job
Heater in his eyes he be stiffer than the palace God
Plush palace with my mind on karats
College kid calculation with my arm on status
Hennesey fifs and chron chron habits, cause my life's lavish
Gucci shopping out in paris all types of cabbage
Minute I land in ny I switch thoughts
Bitches know how I feel, not what chicks talk
Lokk a nigga lost his liddles in the spot I stand
Up close and personal pop pop blam
Nothing significant the nigga not my man
So it's off with the original plan
My ace nigga the swam
I hit the switch drop the lam shazaam
40 grand on my motherfucking hand God damn
And your man ain't your motherfucking man he ran
If he ran he bam x'd off from the plan
