Mind Over Matter

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Never mind what you told me homie I never held you to it [?] for disappointment Feeling like I always knew it I don't need no distractions Save your opinions for amusement I'm a musician trapped in this game of lames Fuck all that cool shit I was bred for this, sweat tears and bled for this Rocked out necklace, washed out debts this Illest living, my round, heads will twist Bow down next to piss See me barely, my mind's excellence My bitext to kiss my technicals Five times exorcist One time specialist Fast time slacking hard times catching up [?], constant pressure fuck, fuck them all Crack them with my platinum plaques Sneaky dissing and fashion rap Gonna have me fueled, relapse And crack and now it's back to scratch [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Mind over matter They already been sick of nigga Now its time to make em madder (it dont matter they dont matter) All we know is shinnin' and climbing Movin' round here with the ladder Fuck it do it all, there wit it after Anything that make the money grow faster No reward, no laughter Keep ya eyes up no avoiding the rapture In a matter of time them boys will come at cha' [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] You said i would fall Same hoes you lovin' got the V surrounded Bitch keep on wishin' Fuck all the hoppin' watch me be about it Rock em to sleep Won't take defeat rather repeat the groundwork back on my feet Told my lil niggas they could be somebody High and regard Largest my attributes Nights fruadin' for rapper juice Machete rippin half [?] Early, who let the bastards loose? Timin' out here is critical Backstabs and subliminals Black mags in ya video Back smacked through the city Show ya horror i been harbored in Traitor arms in the carpet, then im alter ego arguing Burn em , urns in the car again Wife squirming and gargling You snuck through Raising the bar again Gave you the formula, how long you Gone play wit the armored pen Hoe in ya character, ya stories can't afford to get by Sometimes ya pardoned stupidity But this loyalty? Na Move round' like royalty ma That chair there oughta be mine You tryna hold me up Wasn't there before [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Mind over matter They already been sick of nigga Now its time to make em madder (it dont matter they dont matter) All we know is shinnin' and climbing Movin' round here with the ladder Fuck it do it all, there wit it after Anything that make the money grow faster No reward, no laughter Keep ya eyes up no avoiding the rapture In a matter of time them boys will come at cha'