No Surrender

Lloyd Banks

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    Mr. Probz:
    You know, you know we got to get it
    My heart is still cold, we in a blizzard
    Born to get money so we live it
    New cars, new phones I'm like 'who is it?'
    Look around, stay down, the streets will grab you
    You came and you went, not to have you
    You're gone and moved on, I remember
    Same songs, stay strong, don't surrender

    Feels like I'm in a dream
    Check my roley a few times a day
    Skies the limit, live it
    Go tell niggas I found a way
    D-borders will drown your pray, down you lay
    Then up your my name goes
    Except my trophy, same pose
    Mink always open, came close
    Who want to play?
    Them bloggers got your ego knee high
    You fucked some bitches, sold some records
    Now you think your me high
    Sincerely me, I've given all of you
    I'm sketching out, hope my daughters see my memorial
    Over powering audio, storm showering all of you
    By lonely is my audible, slaughter through you recorder
    Employer handle your order
    Wanted every man every corner
    You came in with the wind
    Since when did you get that aurora?
    Been getting money, can't no money change me
    They love me around the world
    Them boys ain't went nowhere but crazy
    Party spinning, spitting on the one you call your lady
    Every other day they on you
    You've been rolling lately

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    Mr. Probz:
    You want to get to know me but these records done mess your views up
    Running from what you're used to, you came to a nigga bruised up
    Like you ain't know that I was sharp, must want a new cut
    Manners that'll keep banners so the plan is
    Leave your love where your man is
    Be above all the cameras, you're caught up in the high
    And going to be double damage, the partying leads to bullshit
    Why you club with them hammers?
    Money can't buy you love, you ain't got it then minds you manners
    Honor is all that matters? How you do? how the fam is?
    You skipped the penitentiary, hallelujahs, and cannons
    Pardon the rumors, they ram us
    No opinion matters more than yours, believe in you
    They hunger is scary, this is for those that got to stick it through
    Through all the ups and downs you stuck around
    Until this day my cold flow fucks up the town
    Get green, deuce up the crowd
    I go to be with my nina, bull up and proud
    Purple and green are my stream, shoot up loud

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