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lirik lagu lloyd banks – work hard

[produced by tha jerm]

[chorus: lloyd banks]
you ain’t gon’ get the money just blocking
you do it well but hating’s (no job)
nigga for everything i got i had to (work hard)
you ain’t gon’ make it here with (no heart)
you be leaking here for nothing, nigga
you’ll never be somebody just waiting
being too patience won’t leave (no mark)
nigga for everything i got i had to (work hard)
you ain’t go make it here with (no heart)
i be leaving here with something, nigga

[verse 1: lloyd banks]
you clocking short with all that hate in your blood
you fucking leech throwing your weight around
just looking for places to sink your teeth
under my feet a million niggas the same
you peek beneath sending them threats behind doors
but up close you’re speaking peace
none of them niggas have belief in a nigga before success
holding your pride to come along for the ride, now walk the rest
all of the things that to be consistent with, rather ease off the stress
this is the shit i’m supposed to kick it with nah, feet on they necks
niggas don’t wanna put the work in rather eat off the vets
try to erase what i worked hard for had to keep all connects
what’s next? street kept it realer huh, motherfucking liar
perfectionist grimy nature angel took us out the sky
crazy how niggas turned their back on me
i got the milli though
just adds to my material, sticks on the ground in your video
they laughing everywhere the face of a clown in the city scopes
story full of broken promises and silly hopes

[verse 2: tony yayo]
we got them big poles that fold up
just in case a nigga try to roll up
walking up on my feet getting calluses
sleeping in the trap on some cheap air mattresses
rain sleet or snow i’m 134
arguing with speedy ’cause i made a sale in the store
new years eve and champagne in the store
about 500 niggas by that project door
reminiscing on them good days
when you could make 10 gs in one day
lil homie went from the play pen to the state pen
mandatory life sentence that’s how his life end
my phone ring to the day i die, nigga
my work fire, nigga, go hard, nigga
we trap ’til the day that we die, nigga
hot pipe on my waist, i’m a real nigga

[verse 3: lloyd banks]
yeah, spinning your era, faking rich
fools mistook it for wealth
hiding your weakness and critiquing, take a look at yourself
(you speeding everywhere for nothing)
could’ve been where you want by now
but without attention you can’t function
(won’t nothing come without the hustling)
your fooling yourself to think your actions ain’t coming with repercussions
just a vulnerable to hell the neighborhood demons rushing
it’s a’ight you get back up you tough right the ceiling toughens
you don made it this far bluffing, quit while you ahead
won’t be acknowledged for flashing a nigga dollars when you dead
i’ma shit on y’all ’til god let me up out of here, you dig?
you done told the world you’ll never flip on me, you did
a disgrace to anything that’s connected how could you live
another reason now my heart left lost and found in the fridge
do yourself a favor while you out wandering, find a bridge
and the niggas that take you in they already know what it is

- lirik lagu lloyd banks

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