Lloyd Banks – Misunderstood

[Verse 1]
Three different bitches on my line one time
Diamonds jumping up and down like the baby ain’t mine
Coming in first like its 88 I’m, I’m with my rollie off
Them people know the homie ‘course I’m ten years down
Don’t need my haters sad to satisfy me
Wasn’t for favors I be splattered probably
Grew up with murderers never had a Cosby
Enjoy the party with your [?]
I’m moving harder ties with me that’s flashy killings my motto
Still stuck on success tip pussy spill a Moscato
Swear to God I get a chance again I’ma kill like Chicago
Hip hop selflishly tampering this what you call survival
Niggas jumping off the roof with no suit honor your idol
Life is funny dawg they want remember shit material
And people come and go look out for those that took care of you, dig me? I ain’t get lucky, I got busy
Numb nights, longer days hoping my sick song plays

[Hook]
If I should never get to see it give the praise up to my hood
Let my tombstone read "Misunderstood party like I would"
I represent the man that stands for somethin’
Those that never ran from nothin’ salute me with hammers dumpin’
Ain’t nobody coming with you hold your own or pay the price
Keep your business low
That linen letting niggas low
Winnings what we in it for
Quitters ain’t got shit to show

[Verse 2]
Niggas will pay to see you rep crack
Young king in my met cap
Cross like Kenny Anderson shout out the left rack
Fly I brung out my jet pack
How I can’t let the stress stack
Demons haunting me by the double who need a setback
Loyalty I respect that I’ll always be a minority, big
Put on this world to be, get in line orderly all I need’s a corner
Some of the legends they been sleeping on me
Other people put your ink down to each his own
Its only a few flying this high up industry sit aside to hear
You getting the money and don’t provide changes with the boat dry ain’t no truth in your proof, only perspective
If you judging motherfuckers start with you first
Baby I’m re-elected select my pay-per-view first
Take me I need my set lit the ladies yelling
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Shorties grow up even faster now namely inherit
Bin wagon is running off again, ak the exit

[Hook]
If I should never get to see it give the praise up to my hood
Let my tombstone read "Misunderstood party like I would"
I represent the man that stands for somethin’
Those that never ran from nothin’ salute me with hammers dumpin’
Ain’t nobody coming with you hold your own or pay the price
Keep your business low
That linen letting niggas low
Winnings what we in it for
Quitters ain’t got shit to show

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