Correction Paroles Painted Houses Freestyle par Lloyd Banks

Featuring(s) : Vado

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Uh
Southside up
Harlem what up?
Banks Sinatra
This how it's goin' down for the 2020, nigga
Uh

I don't expect peasants to recognize greatness you're used to weirdos
Future zeros, where I'm from, make it out, you a superhero (Right)
I'm dropping shit like the Irishmen, new and improve DeNiro
Me and my baby against this crooked world, got her two cubes an earlobe
One in a billion with this feeling, right product could move the zeros
Run in the building, weapon wielding, uh, arms out like a scarecrow (Yeah)
You simple rappers could never face GOD
I got that "je ne sais quoi"
I hit the interstate hard, hop in the Benz and say "Ah"
You caught all them bodies, uh? Forensics say "Nah"
What would you do when fickle niggas break fly?
Dipped on the game, ain't say "Bye"
Hangover hounding me from last night's glory
I'm in new machinery, sporty, getting smacked like Kourtney
Make sure I'm careful, I don't need no copper flashlights on me
Been here before, feel like my past life haunts me
Dawg I've been "it", snatched Georgie, a sprinter van hashed orgy
Miracle man, strapped shorty
Two many slabs of currency, smuggle the bands back for me
Them traffic extracurricular, fog the windows
Come the mornin', people catch blue c-notes, do a crescendo
I woo consumers from intro, my shooters shoot off the mental
Ain't no maybes or missteps if I crossed a line, then I meant to (Right)
Nigga moving on your boy's a unicorn, beyond a human strong
Grey-coup-Poupon, twenty plus years, fuck it, I pooped so long
Four-thirty, the truth is born, in trooper form
Gone soon as recruitment's on
I heard your recordings, wish I could roof ya songs
I'm buggin', or this new generation is misdirected?
Break them all apart, then wipe my style down with the disinfectant
Hoodie on, I'm heat protected, hitman in the flippin' necklace
For the record, this decrepit, all springers been shit infested
He the gossip column or the type-type, who even cares?
Nigga I been sick, I do these mics like Rudy Gobert
My studio sessions turn to fright night, goonies appear
I'm right back on the pedal, OG white Nikes, bitch listen here
Them people pitchin' you hope, I've never been opened to listening
King of mindin' my business, the goat with the social distancing
Rookies ain't build to go rounds, cocky with no conditioning
And bitchin', your vocal pitchin', ghostwriters' flow suspicion
Run up on 'em, bust a move, barrel spinning like New Edition
Hit the districts religiously, diamond out all my crucifixions

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Everyone claimin' they pop pistols
'Til the opps get you, as soon as it's not with you
And blow you like Scott's tissue
Cleanin' up the room when these brooms and these mops hit you
Wrist bright, stick you for ice, like popsicles (Yes)
Them fellas rowdy, I'm from where the weather cloudy (Harlem)
Where rappers bump this shit I'll leave faster than Teddy Riley (Ha)
I've been the guy on the block street, Berretta prowlin'
Point game, come through the lane, you better foul me
Forever score, my shooters are bettable
When playin' with pelicans we hit it with Fentanyl (Tell 'em)
Only thing definite is gettin' the feds involved
I'm tellin' y'all, they had niggas writtin' to tell it all (For real)
Bow to the hated, like we don't count it, we weigh it (Uh-huh)
Airin' like Frank Sharon, a bunch of houses I paint it
The hunnid thousands, I made it
The couple ounces, I gave it (I gave it)
I ain't land everywhere but some project housin', I'm favorite (I know)
They just snatched my OG but he innocent
Trunk full of coco was  OT in the genesis (Mike)
I move solo and lowkey, like I'm different
Still grab the .40 like OE, I'm a menace then
I ain't the askin' type (Nah)
You got a bag, you don't ask the price
Bullets tuck you in, kiss your ass goodnight (Mwah)
My nigga Pool caught a massive bite
They bit him in his ass where the hunnid fast
Like he asked for life
I'm on your block, what y'all trappin' like? (What's up?)
Every corner, it's red dot on the pole, like a traffic light
We fuck bad bitches for braggin' rights (Yes)
The bitch I had tonight, made me work for it, almost had to wife
Keep it AC when it's fire
CT to AC, it's eight keys in the tire
Don't thank me, I'm retired
If we talkin' Franklins, quite frankly we [?] (Yes)
Ain't tryna lose, I'm like "What I gotta prove?"
Corona virus got me movin' like Howard Hughes (Uh-huh)
A lotta dudes thats powerful was powderfull (Uh-huh)
Make sure every watch comin' in plain like tattoo (Woo)
911, white seat pipin', powder blue (Woo)
Carolina shoe, MJ's from '92 (Woo)
No monkey bars, these guns swing will slide through
When I ride through, bitch is a soup like Callaloo
Vado

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