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lloyd banks - breaking day (where i'm from freestyle) كلمات أغنية

[intro]
q_g_t_m
i’m back again
yeah, yeah

[verse]
i’m already stacking for winter, chinchilla catchings (uh)
presidents be calling my name, i hear they accents (uh)
mandatory nines in the range, with steel attachments
all exotic keys are the same, we will ’em backwards
scoring clips from championships, you still in practice (uh)
tipping when i land for these trips with villa axis (yeah)
n_ggas ripping hair out from losing, can’t fill the patches (uh)
scheme, i put a bird on your head, like cleopatra’s (whoo)
living out a fl!ck, all i need is some decent actors
100% of everything made, i’ma need my masters (yeah)
currеncy gymnastics, credit paper or plastics
got it off the musclе, they want me taking relaxers (uh)
n_ggas more asleep, comes to me, they been in a coma (right)
cookies out the bake, mix the white with the lemon soda (right)
living pure, midnight dior, vanilla rover (right)
i’m here to go to war with the n_ggas, two buildings over
classics out the rover, spin back when it gets colder
with this lineup, i’ma win it all twice like villanova (uh)
banko been a soldier since ticket in minnesota (uh)
enter my head of schedule, time to finish my quota (yeah)
roll up, the original 100s gave an aroma
in hindsight, never thought i could count the days i’ve been sober (nah)
i guess you gotta adapt, ’cause the gold in your days are over
young n_ggas’ll peel your sh_t back like ray liotta (huh)
for anyone that’s nicked me, the trunk rattle’s a legend
now in 2025, we got punk rappers in jeggings
peasants, i’m still breaking date, rapping these presents
i go before my time, i’ma come back in a seven
gotta watch the jokes, these b_tches got a backdoor hobby
young haters wanna catch me slippin’, knock the cash roll out me
i had to double back and re_up more, the fast rolls got me
i figured out the code, you entered in your password, sloppy
my success was all a dream, versace bathrobe probably
pull up, smoke up the building like the afro kyrie
i know i’m him, don’t got to ask n0body
i’m thinking crash, no gandhi
you wanna talk, then run the cash flow by me (yeah)
i’ve been that n_gga since the packed nose snotty
i’m gon’ be lit again, only statements that matter to me, come out the citizens
hang arounds, get rid of them
sh_t always gets bitter when you switchin’ up the kid again
i’m feelin’ like a kid again
shout out to the dj, the record crates, hope that’s get him in
paper out the roof from the distance, looks like i’m litterin’ (uh)
gem star to see the big picture, cut out the middlemen
persevered through all trials and tribulations, considerin’
watch what they deliverin’, liars keep changin’ answers (uh)
the illest sh_t you heard in your life with great enhancements (uh)
they don’t want you talk when you eatin’, no table manners (uh)
vvsers know all the moves, my cable dances (uh)
doin’ it for tv since tvs came with antennas
murals of your homies, graffiti sprays when they blam ya
d_mn ya, i got myself into trouble on camera
i think it’s time to raise another banner
[outro]
yeah
queens get the money
queens get the money

- lloyd banks

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