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Empathy

アーティスト：Lloyd Banks  アルバム：The Course of the Inevitable  作詞：Christopher Lloyde  作曲：Christopher Lloyde  発売年：2021 

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Yeah Mothafuckas know what time it is, man This is The Course of the Inevitable Yo, the audacity it takes to rank me with the style I invented Wear my credentials like it's jewelry, thinkin' my flowers cemented To hell with honorable mentions, artists are comical, temptin' Horrible albums, new ventin', three pounds of vomit, who sent 'em? Stereo blood..., they helium'd up your last king Can't muzzle me up with no coffin, won't hit me with no vaccine Goons in the black Beam, turn your crew to a track team Highly viewed on the rap scene, sly maneuvers and cash streams Flee from the copper sound, racist coppers, they chop us down Ounces of 14K, you R.I.P. boxes with rocks around None of y'all profit bound, crypt the equipment out the sockers now Get with the art or drown, rubber bands stackin' up dollar pounds Revenge is on its job, karma'll sneak a gun in softly Been callin' up to God, startin' to think He hung up on me Number orgy, figured you need some incentive to come support me One or two flips I'm out of here, hit the work with a somersault, we on I can still hear the money calling, I done been out the way too long Nothing out here is more important, put in the spot where I belong Gotta know how to take a loss, give me that curse when I was born The last nigga that go to sleep will be the first to be put on Live all your days like it's your last 'cause in a blink you could be gone You rather love or will respect? Showin' that love'll get you harmed Won't be no empathy 'cause you going through it, gotta be strong (Yeah) It's always easier for you to do wrong (Big Rabbit Gang) Went on a yacht, got seasick, can't fuck on the boat no more A key of wap mixed with that cut, guess I don't sell dope no more Synthetics, mafia methods, like I'm in the Cosa No' Get rich and charge it all to a bitch That's how this shit 'posed to go My geekers wanna damn near OD, they want that got'eem dead Kitchen full of powder, I turn my bitch to a powderhead Niggas takin' deals, that's the only way you get out the feds Castrated, dick in his fuckin' mouth when they found him dead (Yo, slow down, Fred) These scammers ain't no hustlers, they computer thots These Harlem niggas send some shooters at me, got the shooter shot, uh (OOPS) This shit I be spittin' so real, make niggas pull they Google out My 'vette orange, groovin' like



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