Lloyd Banks - Drop 5 lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh, keep talkin' that talk 'til we catch you out there and tint your lids I put all my focus on a new way to bless the kids There ain't enough accolades to cover the sh*t we did A grown up had showed up me on the net, but I'm disinterested When it comes to rated R sh*t, I'm doublin' back like Mr. Big Worry about family ties 'cause my cousin'll smack you with the SIG Stumbling backwards, split yo' wig, humbling ba*tards, fist the jig I don't even know who the fu*k you are, let alone what your business is Party stares and Cartier glares, ricochet shots and break spears My sons are dissing mе, mad as hell when the carsеat takes theirs I trump these ni**as, eight tiers, apply the pressure, shake peers Faced all my fears, seeing my nickname on the marquee, great years Here's to the slower life, two to three kids, a home, a wife Stabled in, if I roll the dice, grounded, growing this cultured heist Living in danger most my life, could've just stopped, I chose my vice Put in this work to make sure I'm buried in ice (Yo) [Chorus] You crossed the line, my ni**a, none of that sh*t will be forgiven Take opinions wit' ya, don't ever question how we livin' Owe it to the dead, and all of my ni**as in the prison This is infrared, right on the target, take it in lead I need my kids to live fly, I'm not just tryna get by You violate, meet your fate, me and this nine on my side Nobody's hidin' whenever you come around, we outside Let a ni**a take one of ours, it's only right we drop five (Uh) [Verse 2] The name will always hold weight, I'll leave it to little Chris You b*tch, I'm killing this 'fore you diss me, do your due diligence Industry playing experiments, damn I wish it was still a fan Starter for twenty years, on the average day I'll outwill the bench Call and you'll find the realest stench, I've been the sh*t I'm still convinced, my penmanship dismember sh*t I've been feeding this game since I entered it Back, since you mentioned it, wondering where the tension went ni**as fu*king up the draft class, magazine full of trash bags Smoking and drinking 'til it made me ill, praying for God to take the wheel My rhyme is exceptional, so my neighbors chill Be cool, your honor, I'm moving commas, excuse your partner A true provider, in blue Gabbana, the coupe's designer My pools piranha, I lose the drama in Punta Cana There's never a question on who's the rider, remove the timer Life is a b*tch, won't makes excuses out her, persevere Piece of cake when your purpose clear Second time I've been cursed this year [Chorus] You crossed the line, my ni**a, none of that sh*t will be forgiven Take opinions wit' ya, don't ever question how we livin' Owe it to the dead, and all of my ni**as in the prison This is infrared, right on the target, take it in lead I need my kids to live fly, I'm not just tryna get by You violate, meet your fate, me and this nine on my side Nobody's hidin' whenever you come around, we outside Let a ni**a take one of ours, it's only right we drop five