lloyd banks - last of a dope era dying lyrics
[chorus]
all that sh-t together don’t equal love to the work i’m supplying
what you selling we ain’t buying
you n-gg-s got it watered down the most
i could see your ending already
and the timing is close
we done came too far to have a setback
that bullsh-t ain’t flying
you done fell victim to all the lying
you’re on your way out and you know it, loaded!
last of a dope era dying
[verse 1]
uh, i asked god to bless me with the gift and he spoiled me
kicking my sh-t for years now, easy as time recorded me
my style’s irate, a quarter disorderly
bars that’ll get you right on your feet
quarter to quarter fee
you settle for crumbs not where you ought to be
guarantee, your lifetime slaughtery in my warranty, uh
chronicles of the last legends
disrespect the veteran, get you a sad exit
in the book of violations they’ll be a fast sentence
louie rubber bands to compliment my bags preference
soldier platinum, army tag necklace
i love the game, but it got corny -ss stretchers, uh
need the perfectionist appraise
crowd around a walking ticket, every breakfast is filet’s
will they spill and out my ears still, rest when i hit the grave
further i go there’s memories connecting us to the pain
[chorus]
all that sh-t together don’t equal love to the work i’m supplying
what you selling we ain’t buying
you n-gg-s got it watered down the most
i could see your ending already
and the timing is close
we done came too far to have a setback
that bullsh-t ain’t flying
you done fell victim to all the lying
you’re on your way out and you know it, loaded!
last of a dope era dying
[verse 2]
uh, since my first mixtape i’ve cooked dime and the regular
with no features, i sell myself like conor mcgregor
they ain’t yourself they cool you out here
kinda an extra
roll an l up in the heat of the battle, chronic finesser
sick to my stomach your cd’s are ramen and ketchup
put me next up to them boys in freebie, find me a heckler
south jamaica taker, home of the grimiest pressure
hold the t-tle, mind professor
built shiniest as ever
get your yeses from the weakest of man cheating your fans
chin flips and middle fingers
through lips speak to the hands
money signature, control perimeter, feet in the grand
always sinister the global finisher, week in j-pan
there ain’t sh-t about survival steady
can’t be rhyming ready
instinct made my timing daily
frequent weapons collected who’s bombs held me
your working hard at your facade, hardly at the bank
partying’s your job, sorry’s in your blogs
[chorus]
all that sh-t together don’t equal love to the work i’m supplying
what you selling we ain’t buying
you n-gg-s got it watered down the most
i could see your ending already
and the timing is close
we done came too far to have a setback
that bullsh-t ain’t flying
you done fell victim to all the lying
you’re on your way out and you know it, loaded!
last of a dope era dying
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