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Sugar Hill (Freestyle) Lyrics - Artist : Banks, Lloyd
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Banks Shit is real, baby Shit is real, baby Yo, uh Ain't got no time for b-rolling I'm thinking classics My back is against the wall, armor-plated with ratchets Perhaps there's something wrong with my mind and I'm thinking backwards But it seems the Devil latches on you harder when you got the package Fuck understanding, all we ask is.. you stay in your lane Embrace your bracket, clip of acid in my army jacket Certain the day I retire I'm in the rafters You actors and ungroomed bastards in need of practice Still getting wiser, OD off my appetizer Nothing left to do but strive until we're back to back on Spyders And the hood on fire God bless the child that turned provider Your Honor, I swore to live good, excuse my karma Righteous scrambler, ducking propaganda Spank and AR hold the crib down, number than when they shot Montana In front your plan I hold a hostile manner They want you in and out the slammer, keep you out of fly Coupes and cameras Paper high as my demand is Bring life to the canvas, give it all back Shit, I'd be damned if I just said I'll vanish Millionaire at the minimum Seek to mesmerize and seems the kicks'll come when you're down, it couldn't be better timing The finest diner, here's to enterprising Build a Empire, not to be televised, as time goes on it's hella diamonds Still pissed I can't rewind the glitches Only time for business Jumping hurdles, it'll work itself out in chaotic fitness Exotic wishes made the polished dishes My chase a dollar hit list Make sure my babies get they college tickets On my a-game, they wanna see me off it That faking leaves me awkward Me and you clashing, that's an easy forfeit You build your energy up and they wanna freebie off it just to seem important Coward out on your CB4 shit They trifling, guessing, leads to false perception You aiming at me, wrong direction Priceless gems all in my song collection "Let me hold something" is a normal question I cut the dead weight off, it's all progression Tearing comes along with flexing Evidence of slaughter in rooms I'm recording in Trees to gift my seeds and audience in Gucci ornaments Shit is real, baby Shit is real, baby Uh Sugar Hill, baby Sugar Hill, baby Uh |
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