Finish Line

Lloyd Banks

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    Under dog is cool, I’m used to being overlooked
    Look at me now I’m filled with style, my blunt is rolled with Kush
    Look bitch I’m ballin, ballin’
    Chasin’ K’s like Reggie Bush
    My haters hatin’ don’t know how inside the Bentley look
    Five in the mornin’ recording
    You think I slept all day
    But I really aint slept at all

    I got bills that’s due, need cheques today
    Southside don’t play play around
    If you want me, another black body dumped
    Duck down when you hear the sound
    I got peace but not the kind you want
    Nigga R.I. p, march throught the club with no I.D

    Make sure they put the pretty bitches round me
    Tables of Bub’ and it’s all on me
    Hoes show love in the V.I. p
    Think about bread when you think about P
    What I done did and how I OD
    Check a muthafucking thing here free
    Touch nothing you see

    I ex’ing off the hoes quick as they come
    Drinking heavy rollin’ up like I got an extra lung
    Singing Bentley, sippin’ harley pardon what I’ve become
    Leakin’ bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum
    These niggas never did shit for me when I was starvin’ son
    Just me against them, you remember that
    Thought you’d be glad but you parting along when I’m ending at
    I don’t see no kind of friend in that

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    Fuck em all go spend a stack
    Yapping like a bitch don’t get more friend than that
    This that no pretending rap
    Y’all know how my engine at
    Nine in front two ten’s in back
    Running with that stack in his back
    One in yo ad

    I know I’m watched by an angel
    Still feel her hugs and her kisses
    On the phone with my grandma
    Don’t give a fuck bout these bitches
    Dont give a fuck bout their trophy’s
    Or anything that they might owe me
    I do this for you (you, you)

    The only ones that really know me
    Only ones that aint disown me
    I remember everything they said
    Said I was dead, deaded all that
    Sledgehammer right on your head
    Live for the now, su woo to gone
    Sucka nigga’s left red
    No time for waiting rather get mine instead

    I gettin’ money on a dime
    Girl it’s my time
    Go get that Love shit out your mind
    You living blind
    Can’t go for that will fall behind
    I’m on the grind
    Im hittin ‘em two at a time
    Why would I decline

    See you at the finish line
    Line, line, line, line, line, line
    See you at the finish line
    Line, line, line, line, line, line
    See you at the finish line
    Line, line, line, line, line, line
    See you at the finish line
    Line, line, line, line, line, line

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