Lloyd Banks - When I Get There lyrics

Purple weed and cloudy skies Audi rides, used to have to troop, but now we drive Now we fly, ball, fly b**hes, now we vibe New movie starring yours truly, make the party live The mommy's call me daddy I call them now and then Tell them bring their girlfriends, line them up and then shower Then it's right back to usual Excuse how I excuse you You thought I was looking at you I was looking through you Through my eyes I see things clearer Could it be my Bentley nearer Gammer under chinchilla Chill the f** out 'fore we k** ya I'm no where near familiar Live is realer when you're speeding, weeding Locking house you need, my reality for the evening (Evening) When you're at the top, the bottom calls Every summer body drops, still right out there by the mall Pop my bands and buy it all Put my hands in front of coals Lot of grands than I'm involved Problem man, I'll get it solved Spick and span, no problem [Chorus:] Weed it up, tear it down, That's how we roll (That's how we roll) Devil wanna take me now but I ain't going (I ain't going), too many already down, Feel like I owe 'em, front your head now then your pounds Show up to no one When I get to the top (The top) All way to the top (The top) I'mma sh** on you then climb back down Just so I can spit on you It's pitiful (It's pitiful) The sh** they do, when you get through They used to count a n***a out Remember that to this day haven't seen me since I made it Rather have it this way Hung up my Jersey for a minute, now I'm back in the play Back in that zone where I'm snapping, rapping like back in the day in New York city and now California Styling on you skinny n***a from around the corner Then found the ?sauna? marijuana in my 2k bomber Benz or recline, man, I arm her with my rear persona and riot armor, work magic, don't make me try it on ya Allakhazam, cabaam, shazaam, now take cover fast as ya can Man, f** you s**a n***as and your RIP tatts Southside, sleep, breath and eat that, we back I had it hard, don't call me lucky, call me lots of money My flow ain't from this time, more like two thousand twenty b**h, take the space up, back the f** up I'mma need some room You know the order, bag 'em, tag 'em, let the G's run through 'em [Chorus:] Weed it up, tear it down, That's how we roll (That's how we roll) Devil wanna take me now but I ain't going (I ain't going), too many already down, Feel like I owe 'em, front your head now then your pounds Show up to no one When I get to the top (The top) All way to the top (The top) I'mma sh** on you then climb back down Just so I can spit on you It's pitiful (It's pitiful) The sh** they do, when you get through