Formaldehyde

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Every song is a homicide, my breath of fresh air is formaldehyde

Just let the album ride, I'm back in the zone, it’s 2009

You on the browser lines, I'm watchin' you niggas with Malcolm eyes

Death from a thousand lines, accurate, don’t need a vouch for mine

This little culture crime, sticky patch charging me alkaline

Fuck up your mouth design, predator vision, a falcon flyin'

I'm coming out the climb, Hakeem, Diesel, and Yao combined

All of my outfits shine, heavy on rocks and traction time

Clarity crystal clear, that's how I know a bitch in there

Been coolin', time to stir the pot, Dapper Dan did the kitchenwarе

Now listen here, my mothеrfuckin' business I choose to disappear

Ready, don't gotta get prepared, this is my rags to riches year

No more fakin' now, you normal facin’ clown

I got better terror to hold your minds than Norman Bates, and now

You don’t wanna shake with the dog, need my paws on the spaceship now

Gotta leave my mark on the town, where they normalize heat and foul, uh

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

.44 out the truck (Truck), 'cause round here they don’t give a fuck

I'm all about a buck (Buck), I think it's time we live it up

You shit fresh out of luck, new in Ferragamo buckled up

The coppers wanna cuff us but we got lawyers to rough 'em up

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

Strapped to the tee, a fact that the trappers tap in with me

I spent 2019 putting rappers back on their feet

A stack on the seat I made from pushing crack on the street

But when I drop it’s gon' feel like LeBron back on the East

And y'all suckers be playin', inside the whip is butter pecan

Three boxes from Loaf's, we rich again if one of these land

OG with stripes like a bumblebee, I'm humbly sayin'

I'll get your family kidnapped by waving one of these hands

Yeah, uh-huh, niggas talk that gangsta shit until it happen

Come through shootin' backwards

Blew through traffic like the Dukes of Hazzard

Yeah, all my hoes exclusive with abusive habits

And me and Blue don't get no passes 'til we see you in action

That's how they take it, as soon as you make it

It hurt 'em worse when you exceed expectations

I'm hearing screams from the graveyard

In my interviews, they tell me, "Explain more"

It's simple, I took a risk and it paid off

Griselda

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Uh, .44 out the truck (Truck), 'cause round here they don't give a fuck

I'm all about a buck (Buck), I think it's time we live it up

You shit fresh out of luck, new in Ferragamo buckled up

The coppers wanna cuff us but we got lawyers to rough 'em up

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Uh, it ain't nothin' as infrareds involved

Stacked up against me, I severed odds

You teachin' who 'bout what? Hang my pic up in your seminars

Carry forever scars, fuck's winning like if you never lost?

.357 laws, take a bear down like Nurmagomedov

Three to four advances get you all some dances

I been a champ, it's just the more I do, the more semantics

You hot shit on your campus, ain't no awkward answers

Stay out of motions, deafen pussies like lupus and cancer

Merchandise that burn up and CDs to trample on

My flawless record made my ego big, need me a amazon

A camera form, they showed my name too long, maybe the cam was wrong

She outta line, you better check her shit, working with fam was warm

18 years old, I was G.O.A.T'in, Bron' with the tats covered

Classic material crumbled up in my scrap bucket

Stumbled onto one of my demos, caught a relapse from it

Born to rise, my work 'til this day done made me immortalized

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

.44 out the truck (Truck), 'cause round here they don't give a fuck (Yeah)

I'm all about a buck (Buck), I think it's time we live it up

You shit fresh out of luck, Lou' and Ferragamo buckled up

The coppers wanna cuff us but we got lawyers to rough 'em up