Strength In Numbers (Rubber Bands & Weight Freestyle)

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, Banks Queens, nigga Let's get it [Verse] Nothing has really changed since my introduction, they had to worry I'm aiming through adversity, advertisements for adversaries Half of these writers got carpal tunnel, I'm pinning paths through daily Ink the sentiments of forefathers, what the fuck can you bastards tell me? I got 'em shook, got the style, the look and vocabulary Consequences for plotting, cemetery plots and caskets ready PLK for 20 plus, that little crown ain't half as heavy Gastro ready, yeah, you got the attеntion, but your path was messy Numbers are еverything, therefore my math protects me Strapped and deadly, Gold and Platinum prezi makes reactions petty Celebrate with black confetti, fully mag and semi Niggas are locked for pounds, now you can get loud at your average deli Not too many grapples in the apple, they don't razzle many Stand down, the ACP got a kick like a cassowary Facts are better, you can sell anything when you're cappin' heavy You've waited decades to see me crumble, my laugh's a desi Haters await the day they drop a Shenxiu on your crown Same niggas you shared your sneakers with, to kick you when you're down I'm surgical every week now, you will never forget the sound They said if I rap to trap beats I can get through to the crowd (Ah) But let me slow it down, so all of you can catch it You want the work to step to huh, well all the jewels are separate These angles won't bend me out of shape, I'm always cool, collective Got no business talkin' unless I can broaden new perspective Issues that never change, just puttin' love over the problems You ain't gon' get your flowers 'til there's doves under your comments I seen the toughest fold, they left the club open for nonsense And they left them with the alley like the Glove's run with the Sonics This shit is mental, you gotta become one with the progress Opposition's still shakin', 'cause I'm the stun gun to the conference When the chips are down, you lucky if your loved ones are responsive Shit is different now, the hate comes in a lump sum to be honest (Yeah)
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Credits
- Writers
- Lloyd Banks