Lloyd Banks - Empathy lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] Yeah Mothafu*kas know what time it is, man This is The Course of the Inevitable [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Yo, the audacity it takes to rank me with the style I invented Wear my credentials like it's jewelry, they gave my flowers cemented To hell with honorable mentions, artists are comical, temptin' Horrible albums, new ventin', three pounds of vomit, who sent 'em? Stereo blood or laughing, they helium'd up your last king Can't muzzle me up with no coffin, won't hit me with no vaccine Goons in the black Beem', turn your crew to a track team Highly viewed on the rap scene, sly maneuvers and cash streams Flee from the copper sound, racist coppers, they chop us down Ounces of 14K, you R.I.P. boxes with rocks around None of y'all profit bound, crypt the equipment out the sockers now Get with the art or drown, rubber bands stackin' up dollar pounds Revenge is on its job, karma'll sneak a gun in softly Been callin' up to God, startin' to think He hung up on me Number orgy, figured you need some incentive to come support me One or two flips I'm out of here, hit the work with a somersault, we on [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Freddie Gibbs] I can still hear the money calling, I done been out the way too long Nothing out here is more important, put in the spot where I belong Gotta know how to take a loss, give me that curse when I was born The last ni**a that go to sleep will be the first to be put on Live all your days like it's your last 'cause in a blink you could be gone You rather love or will respect? Showin' that love'll get you harmed Won't be no empathy 'cause you going through it, gotta be strong (Yeah) It's always easier for you to do wrong (Big Rabbit Gang, yeah) [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Went on a yacht, got seasick, can't fu*k on the boat no more A key of wap mixed with that cut, guess I don't sell dope no more Synthetics, mafia methods, like I'm in the Cosa No' Get rich and charge it all to a b*tch, that's how this sh*t 'posed to go My geekers wanna damn near OD, they want that got 'em dead Kitchen full of powder, I turn my b*tch to a powderhead ni**as takin' deals, that's the only way you get out the feds Castrated, dick in his fu*kin' mouth when they found him dead (Yo, slow down, Fred) These scammers ain't no hustlers, they computer thots This Harlem ni**a sent some shooters at me, got his shooter shot (Oops) Uh, this sh*t I be spittin' so real, make ni**as pull they Google out My 'Vette orange, groovin' like I grew up on the Hoover block I move it in the U-Haul, my Spanish ni**as gon' get me right Freddie Chicharito fu*k Spanish b*tches up in the Heights Bussin' with this TEC, I got jacked and I tried to smoke a hike Nine shots, turned into Superman when he smoked the pipe Yeah, you heard him right [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] I can still hear the money calling, I done been out the way too long Nothing out here is more important, put in the spot where I belong Gotta know how to take a loss, give me that curse when I was born The last ni**a that go to sleep will be the first to be put on Live all your days like it's your last 'cause in a blink you could be gone You rather love or will respect? Showin' that love'll get you harmed Won't be no empathy 'cause you going through it, gotta be strong It's always easier for you to do wrong (Uh) [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] From here on out, it's independent now, fu*k what the labels offerin' Sick and tired of awkward grins, back slammin' coupe doors again Studios I've been torturing, I'ma dedicate this to all the less fortunate There's a lack of real ni**as, fu*ked up the war percent Victory is a gorgeous sin, bought the Benz so you all can vent More content with a fortune spent, no disrespect from talks exempt Mackin' gave me a freezin' chest, always thirty degrees or less Destined for me to be the best, out of Q-U two E's N-S Vegetable state for being fake, EMS to a vegan death Poverty leaves you breathin' stressed, legal mess on the freedom steps Celebrity never made me, my sentiments made me crazy 187's the consequence, 718's the AC Troubled to say the least, pray the heavenly gates embrace thee There's finally notoriety, that's gon' come with a late fee Performance style is a .40 cal, back out movin' the army now Far away from the corny crowd, dying you call me out, now [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] I can still hear the money calling, I done been out the way too long Nothing out here is more important, put in the spot where I belong Gotta know how to take a loss, give me that curse when I was born The last ni**a that go to sleep will be the first to be put on Live all your days like it's your last 'cause in a blink you could be gone You rather love or will respect? Showin' that love'll get you harmed Won't be no empathy 'cause you going through it, gotta be strong It's always easier for you to do wrong