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"Paint The Sky"
[feat. Vado]

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I've seen a hoop dream turn into a death wish
Get into trouble, no problem. You're on the guest list
They wondering how we got trapped in it and my guess is
It's reckless when you're young, black and you restless
Been up the streets this week and all
Conversation breached the wall
Ain't no secrets y'all, you're speaking to all
You got a small way of thinking if you're thinking you're better
Ain't a dollar that'll keep shit together
I'm Knee deep in the gutter
My dawg said he go to sleep in his color
He hit the blunt, took the world, and got the reaper to stutter
A year spared from a weeping mother
My scars outside don't match the ones I keep under
Bet you the devil ain't going to sleep this summer
The heat will come leave your ass cold, you're holding a number
Humble down if you ain't from the town
Talking like you're running shit
And you just run around, when it all falls down

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
Forever, I'm going to stay alive
Bred to handle anything, yeah, put here to rise
Like the purple flowers, paint the sky
Still taking chances, better make it by
Forever I'm going to keep it real
Brought up in the field, another dream for the street to kill
We hope the money ease the mind
I need a way out like I need to rhyme

[Verse 2: Vado]
This life a drug homie and I been an addict
Can't talk money if you never had it
You were never made from a better average
I'm here to become a king like Coretta marriage
Beretta packed and get together a package
Grease covered in plastic and it bubbles for traffic
I'm bumping you bastards when I'm all off goose
Put a hole in one, yeah, we play golf too
No control, no power over this rap biz
Breathe louder than Khaled ad-libs
Breathe sour like a
Trap is
Guess it's too much cheese to be getting
Flip what? You only turn keys in the ignition
Ten hut, keep the army in position
I army the commission, we all meet in tradition
What's up?


[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Little homie said I'm full of good living
Hope momma put a bid in cause her dude in prison
You know who's always there and who's been missing
Kind of what you're used to with no supervision
Clean yourself and rezone remission
Still trying to avoid collision so I'm riding out Coupe precision
Rumors carried by young niggas and stupid women
Go on, that's forbidden, here's my new beginnings
Rims spinning, I'm through walking
You don't really want shit with me, dawg, you're moon barking
My clothes come in two, I need a few coffins
Tell'em I did it my way then take my shoes off them
Ending this like the movie paper views often
Old cowards spreading knowledge that the fools taught them
Though many got the same minds, I won a huge portion
I hit the lot, get high, hear my crew talking


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