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"If Time Permits" is a track by Lloyd Banks, from the album HHVI: The Six of Swords, released 31st October 2025. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha [Chorus] Everything that's on the table for me, I'ma go get it (Uh!) Gotta go for broke, I just hope time will permit it (Yeah!) I did the drama, now i need my piece, diamonds all in it (Ooo!) Don’t waste your time thinkin’ bout a nigga, I ain’t gon’ hear it (Uh) Can’t go showin’ everyone your hand, gotta conceal it (Nah!) Get back on your shit, you can’t quit, that ain’t the spirit (Uh!) Run it back, gotta make a joke outta the critics Live without the limits (Limits) [Verse 1] Yo! I only fuck with a selective few, not even half of ya I’m flooding boroughs with this tape, call me a trafficker (Uh) The finest help to drain a nigga, I need a catheter Been shittin’ on thesе niggas since my medallion was Africa (Ha-ha-ha-ha) You only tough when you got an army in back of ya (Yеah!) I’m handing complications out cardiovascular Peddle floor to success, my vehicle's my vernacular Beginnings are humble, get a deal and they start attackin’ ya (Yeah!) My figures multiplying figures, the flip's spectacular Leaches deserve to get mistreated, pardon my back to ya (Uh) It’s horror cinema, no comparing PG to massacre You bully shit for years, it’ll make it easy to laugh at ya (Ha-ha-ha) There’s static on ya calendar, that’s static for a challenger You should work and let adversity in, it’ll show your character Golden like the torch of Ms. Liberty, ain’t no draggin’ her Shout to all the growers shippin’ marijuana lavender (Yeaaah! Yeah) [Chorus] Everything that's on the table for me, I'ma go get it (Uh!) Gotta go for broke, I just hope time will permit it (Uh!) I did the drama, now i need my piece, diamonds all in it (Yeah!) Don’t waste your time thinkin’ bout a nigga, I ain’t gon’ hear it (Uh-uh) Can’t go showin’ everyone your hand, gotta conceal it Get back on your shit, you can’t quit, that ain’t the spirit Run it back, gotta make a joke outta the critics Live without the limits (Limits) [Verse 2] Yo! This life will give you detours and I turn the curb steady I just left a puddle drippin’ 'cause I’m crushin’ Burberries (Yeah) Jackets out the animal kingdom my fur's heavy And I’m grimier than Scar when climbin’ out the serengeti (Err!) For the cream my heart get cold as Ben & Jerry’s My closet holds more souls than cemeteries If you don’t got the drive, the shit in park, ya dead already These albums make rappers Madd like Deric Angelettie (Yeah!) Mockin’ me is a travesty, blasphemy actually Im royalty you should be addressing me as your majesty (Yeah) Impersonators switchin’ places, hell of a strategy They want me sufferin’, working overpowers the agony (Uh) In my past, I hurt some feelings, they back taxin’ me Get paid for how I’m kickin’ this shit, like Pat McAfee (Hah!) Things ain’t really what they may seem, they stat paddin’ B Sorry to those that’s up to bat after me (Yeaaah) [Chorus] Everything that's on the table for me, I'ma go get it Gotta go for broke, I just hope time will permit it (Uh) I did the drama, now i need my piece, diamonds all in it Don’t waste your time thinkin’ bout a nigga, I ain’t gon’ hear it (Oooo!) Can’t go showin’ everyone your hand, gotta conceal it Get back on your shit, you can’t quit, that ain’t the spirit Run it back, gotta make a joke outta the critics Live without the limits (Limits) [Outro] Uh, hundred miles and runnin’, nigga Uh, uh, hundred miles and runnin’, nigga Uh, uh, hundred miles and runnin’, nigga Uh, uh, I don’t need one hundreds, nigga Uh, uh, hundred miles and runnin’, nigga Uh, uh, hundred miles and runnin’, nigga Hundred miles and runnin’, nigga I don’t need one hundreds, nigga
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