Lloyd Banks, Roc Marciano - Early Exit lyrics

Uh, everything on heavy
Water on your prop bezzi'
Made my prezzi' rock steady
My confetti is a blend of blueberry
Too many crosses on my line, new celly
Can't even snuff a nigga, lames too ready
What pocket change you buried?
Some words are strong enough to
Get your fam' touched serpent ass nigga
Slither right out your handcuffs
We're total opposites
How could you understand us?
Pockets in a drought yet
Floodin' your Instagram up your WCW rams us
Lyricist delivery, Roberto Duran punch
My aura luminates the room
Louis Vuitton balloons
Banko back to rеvvin' up the goons
Movie time rеsumes
I send 'em shots in a medley, Uzi, Nine
Kabooms bury me a fucking king
Custom jewelry out my tomb
You sleepin' on me, made your bed up
Can't reroute the doom
Can't be out here dying over
Coon, floosies out the room, uh

Around the way, you never know
Everybody won't like you
You gon' have to let it go
You gotta find a better road
Shit on all your facade
Rocks on a bed of gold
You can leave here in a second, yo
Dummy fall, I'ma never fall
We gon' always be respected
If a nigga crossed the lines we drew
Early exit

Uh, you fuckin' with the genuine article
Fly nigga
I'm lookin' like Ginuwine in the article
Been a ton, bitch I been a don
I resemble the image of God
The pen is on tier with Rakim Allah's
I admit I started a renaissance
Got all these artists on the same shit I'm on
I should talk at a seminar
(Uh) your lyrics semi hard
You ain't gotta give me the nod
I know I'm the big dog in the yard
Not only did I lift the bar with the bars
I really did sling hard like Nicky Barnes
Minus the fish, you got fishing parts
You still a bitch at heart
I'm on a yacht fishin' in a pond
Who knew the arm could lift six sextillions?
I'm really just superior to y'all
With no jewelry on
Spit on your Richard Mille, I'm a demigod
Big bitch lookin' at me like a chili dog (Uh)

Around the way, you never know
(Really dawg, Marci)
Everybody won't like you
You gon' have to let it go
You gotta find a better road
Shit on all your facade
Rocks on a bed of gold
You can leave here in a second, yo
Dummy fall, I'ma never fall
We gon' always be respected
If a nigga crossed the lines we drew
Early exit

Uh, get out of line and there'll
Be slim to no forgiveness
Have my niggas grabbin' arms like you
Called them sons of bitches
Funny how the aggressors become the witness
And you know the motto: speak about it
Cuts and stitches
Don't be next to get your head cracked
Staple and machete crime
Gloomy, you know Halloween, I'm pitchin'
Gets 'em every time grimy ghoul goblin
Promise anyone that envy dying
Giant jewels drippin, keep a Smith &
Turn you MCs blind
Crazy how they talk, you can't help 'em out
Too corny think somebody in my family tree
Put a root on me watch your tone
Last nigga that moved got a boot on him
The ringer ain't out of range
For anybody you callin'
Nigga every year's a blessing, I cop
Pull up in Queens
Dapped a fan, said it's good to see me
Good to be seen in any area you stumble in
Got a hood in between
Spring my fucking wrist whippin' this shit
Cooking machine

Around the way, you never know
Everybody won't like you
You gon' have to let it go
You gotta find a better road
Shit on all your facade
Rocks on a bed of gold
You can leave here in a second, yo
Dummy fall, I'ma never fall
We gon' always be respected
If a nigga crossed the lines we drew
Early exit