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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Lloyde
Christopher Lloyde
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tha Jerm
Tha Jerm
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Honor matters when no one's looking, and can you look in the mirror?
Can't be biased when you're critiquing just 'cause someone's familiar
Poverty is a shortness of breath for Benjamin's dead inhaler
You got money to spread around here, things are only get realer
Minute you brush **** away, they start painting the wicked picture
You think soberin' will make me feel better, I'm gettin' sicker
****, money and flicks don't mix like different liquor
Blicker, don't let me die, last words of a victim's whisper
I wasn't always a winner, who knocked me down would've lost
Got addicted to lavish living, got me back on my course
Just be original, can you picture a copycat with the torch?
God in the physical, hard-hittin' Rocky pack to endorse
Deadliest right of hand, filthy in my survival plan
In the event I die, bring a **** back with a hologram
The drama land, I'm in limited edition monogram
Don't nothin' 'cause separation more than a comma can
[Chorus]
When I woke up today, I won, I should have been dead
Look at what I've become, I see them skin shed
Snakes'll be where you from, best to be with your gun
Struggle and sacrifices just to be number one
If I see tomorrow, I'm blessed
**** that ain't here wishing they could distress
Sometimes that in fear, living peaceful's a stretch
Money, violence and sex
Ain't no honor in thieves, they gon' chew on you next
[Verse 2]
They'll never appreciate the door until they know that it's shut
Keeping my distance from it, even when the world opens up
The less fortunate is another individual's luck
Snitches get stitches, ****, the son of a ritual cut
Respect nothing more than what's honest
Now would you tell me the truth?
You wanna change history, don't you? They get buried in proof
Lift out the noose and stand up, ****, in the face of whoever
Got two pair of eyes lookin' at me, gotta raise 'em up better
Buying anything I wrote off, you got to pay me forever
Ain't no coming back from your shady endeavors
Can't spend a day being jealous
Hanging up all this war jewelry, hard to remove the victor
None of his scripted perspective coming from newer scripture
I moved the Richard with new elixir, the tool'll fix you
Two crucifixes, why follow? Don't think the shoes'll fit you
You lose a ****, good pics'll make the illusion bigger
In the blink of a eye, there's heat on you, no room to shiver
[Chorus]
When I woke up today, I won, I should have been dead
Look at what I've become, I see them skin shed
Snakes'll be where you from, best to be with your gun
Struggle and sacrifices just to be number one
I see tomorrow, I'm blessed
**** that ain't here wishing they could distress
Sometimes that in fear, living peaceful's a stretch
Money, violence and sex
Ain't no honor in thieves, they gon' chew on you next
[Verse 3]
I know I've made mistakes 'cause shit ain't go according to plan
Maybe I was right all along and it was all in God's hands
Classic composing's therapeutic, thank the Lord for my fans
Knew I would make it the same day **** told me I can't
Get you a spot to see me climb, marking my name's in the tower
All praise to the throne above me, He who gave me the power
Cut communication off lately, I need all of my hours
I'm living wrong, hoped that the conscious shakes the wrong reasons out us
By the time they give you your flowers, they'll be dead with no color
Got no problem meeting my fate long as it's not by my brother
Know when I'm driving any day, I could get stopped for my color
You'll never understand the drama if you're not from the gutter
I was told it's 187s when a cop undercover
People will lose their whole identity for a popular summer
Sometimes everybody don't make it and I'm not going to wonder
I knew **** selling their soul every day, look what it's come to
[Chorus]
When I woke up today, I won, I should have been dead
Look at what I've become, I see them skin shed
Snakes'll be where you from, best to be with your gun
Struggle and sacrifices just to be number one
I see tomorrow, I'm blessed
**** that ain't here wishing they could distress
Sometimes that in fear, living peaceful's a stretch
Money, violence and sex
Ain't no honor in thieves, they gon' chew on you next
Written by: C. Lloyd
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