Testo Cliffhanger - Lloyd Banks
Testo della canzone Cliffhanger (Lloyd Banks), tratta dall'album The Course Of The Inevitable 3: Pieces Of My Pain
I don't know, it better to be on the hood than out in the streets
Then it's trouble
Know when it go your ways, shit pops when you overstay
A spot for you in the danger field, chances slimmer than Coi Leray
Lose it, you hope and pray, followed you, I'd be broke today
Ghostwriters, I float with your idols, cheating the culture pace
Know how to coach and play, pilot auto with no delay
Try me and have a brush with death, still watching you both decay
Tell me you won't betray, made it out of the vulture phase
Feline from hell was for a scrеam, mixed the fit with the Oppanеse
Rather not socialize, why? too many social lies
Easy to stay alive with closed lids, figured I opened eyes
A closet full of dumb sports for my kids to posturize
Dodging 'em with the gossiping, niggas giving me Oprah vibes
Pinnin's a boulder size, stomping shit outta the cobra's bar
I won't comply, a nigga city won't knock me, you told a lie
Orders'll make the soldiers riot, wild fathers and shoulder cries
Greatness and haters don't coincide
When your wins came, your friends changed
Playing them switch games, I forget names
I guess I'll see you in the sky
All I got is I, lah-lah-lah-ahh
I think I'm insane, starting to cliffhang
If something sits strange, I'll inflict pain
If I let go, I'ma fly
I ain't scared to die, nah-nah-nah
Uh, stepping on niggas, Timb my walker, in new dreams, I'm a stalker
When those involved, it gets deep, you in cruel seas with the orca
Need writers, they seek the author
I'm putting loose leaf through torture
I ain't got time to be talking, need blue cheese with the offer
You can tell that I've been to hell and back, cool breezes in order
Violate me? be a peasant pack, coupe keys for my daughter
From neighborhoods that are snatched teams, hoop dreams to the corner
Trips to jewelers got me diamond-cut blue beams on my order
I can't be right to pass but you can keep trying
I like to laugh, ups and downs'll spike you fast
You're in and out, it'll siphon gas
When you getting it, life's a blast, new issues and pricy tags
Ice grills come from everywhere, pussies with a pu-sheisty vase, uh
Naming's for disorder, yo, crack pack, just don't call me bro
Insults from these drugged-up backtrackers on corny shows
Nowadays they don't last long, making history's all we know
Buckets of green helping the shorties grow
When your wins came, your friends changed
Playin' them switch games, I forget names
I guess I'll see you in the sky
All I got is I, lah-lah-lah-ahh
I think I'm insane, starting to cliffhang
If something sits strange, I'll inflict pain
If I let go, I'ma fly
I ain't scared to die, nah-nah-nah
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Writer(s): Christopher Lloyd, Unknown Writer
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