DESPITE MY MISTAKES

Lloyd Banks & Styles P - Rap
DESPITE MY MISTAKES
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Duration: 3:57
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Niggas be screamin' hate, feel like my praises ain't loud enough Hecklers don't distract us no more hopin' you proud of us Family, friends, and foes, none of this subject that I'll discuss They move the goalposts, meet criteria, I'll adjust One day you get to experience love without the lust Addicted now, I can't count the money without a rush My dog got snatched from his family, left his childhood crushed Your kids don't owe you a damn thing, they smiles enough The problems ain't overwhelming until they powering up The pressure be my weekly weed ad with a thousand bugs Party and dumb shit, stupid music for crowds with cups Paparazzi snapping soon as you step out the trucks You're changing on me, have every reason to doubt your trust This source is credible, you need someone to vouch for stuff Procrastination is mental, you can't get out your cuffs Twenty-some odd years, fucking these poets up [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes Some feelings never go nowhere, they harbor the hate Shit happens for a reason, you can't argue with fate Ain't no time to dwell on yesterday, there's money to make Talk about him while he's counting, fell in love with the bank Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes [Verse 2: Styles P] Sucker shit, it's never on the agenda Despite my mistakes, I've never been a pretender Do shit for niggas and niggas never remember Swear to God that you owe him, you santa It is December This ain't the 25th I ain't wearing a red suit Before you ask for the follow, where am I being led to? Sorta like the city of gods, what would Ned do? Familiar with the sweat and the tears, I have bled too Some say I act like a wolf, well I was bred to If you was hungry, my nigga, I would've fed you The story's written all on my face, thought I was destined Shit, was it all a mistake? Yeah, it used to be love, now it's all of the hate And it got me bringing the God asking for all of his grace These niggas out of pocket, put them all in their place Now fuck that, just throw that money all in the safe Gossip [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes Some feelings never go nowhere, they harbor the hate Shit happens for a reason, you can't argue with fate Ain't no time to dwell on yesterday, there's money to make Talk about him while he's counting, fell in love with the bank Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Feel like they trapped me in, sorry Father, I'm back again asking you to consider me When you're removing penalties, winning improves your energy Lost so much prayer, I don't lose the memories Put my sweat and tears on this paper, will you remember me? You'd be an empty seat, told you it ain't no empathy You gotta live with this circle back in the century Leeches that draw blood, they all die off eventually Switching lanes on these parasites in my Bentley T Sometimes you need pain, double think your regrets with me Let's go aim your bat with a blue ace for just a scheme They dying off again, fentanyl on my recipe I'm better than all these motherfuckers collectively I'm getting closer to God, drama connected me At 21, they thought I met my life expectancy Still having words with my ego, more like an entity Can't even leave a voicemail, won't have to message me [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes Some feelings never go nowhere, they harbor the hate Shit happens for a reason, you can't argue with fate Ain't no time to dwell on yesterday, there's money to make Talk about him while he's counting, fell in love with the bank Hopping through it, and the story's written all on my face But I know you're still looking after me despite my mistakes
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Credits
- Writers
- Lloyd Banks
- Styles P
- George Getson