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"Keys to Success" is a track by Lloyd Banks, from the album The Course of the Inevitable III: Pieces of My Pain, released 21st April 2023. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Uh [Verse 1] Twenty some years of shittin' on top of the map with this phenomenal rap Killshot them niggas with jackets, he not comin’ back, chemicals poppin' on wax Bring all your niggas in [?] countin' the straps, ten of you droppin’ your back Too many niggas, a couple, a hunnid resemble each other, identical cat New York the boilin' [?] pot for the scratch, find me somewhere in the center of that My emblem black, the numbers I put up from winnin' so accurate, invented the stat Target, I would not be mentioned with that King and the teenager holdin' the shit down, the engine in fact Time to find out where your temperature at, exit the back Careful dishonor can get on your clothes, you shouldn't even be next to the rat That's a professional trap, what kind of protection is that? You got a confession and snap? You know they'll be checkin' the jet? Motherfuckers knew all of the ropes and real as a wrestlin’ match You sound like you stuck up in time, it ain’t nobody checkin' for that You fuckin’ it up for the city, in the room niggas catchin' a flag You wastin' your time with your now, 'cause I ain’t gon' message you back Watch out who you let in your circle, there's always a lesson in that [Chorus] When you eatin', time flies If you listen closely, you'll hear the keys to survive Careful when walkin', all of these demons outside (Uh) There's no one to trust, that's how it be in Southside (Uh) The block is too hot, a thousand degrees they drive-by I'm runnin' this shit, can't disagree on my time Another one callin', there's nothin' but green on my mind Never dishonored, my brother the reason I shine These are the crimes, uh [Verse 2] It's a new quarter, right back on ya Same old attractions, different monsters Still on this mountain, this my karma Kicked all them off here, this is Sparta Heavy artillery, this is Contra Contraband, new plans of sponsors Say what you mean and mean your posture Don't go [?] is pressin' yourself through Vodka Pull in the truck 'round with the mobsters [?] touchdown, we can prosper Shit and be 'round here, would you lose it? Drop the wood now, give me the lobster Rappin' can step it up in the drama It ain't gon' be no respect for imposters Big ass pendant look like an oscar You can't roam free, you an hostage Call seats with them blockers, even more reason to watch us Four seasons in tropics, baby, don't believe in no promise Watch what you leave in them comments, stupid, I ain't weavin' no violence Gadget keepin' for silence, network, word regional balance You are tuned into the fallace, they gave my goons superpowers I'm on the clock for these dollars, don't feel like it's in them [?] I bought these for the cowards, shit, them coffees are no challenge My young gun got a point to prove, he's more deemed than new talents [Chorus] When you eatin', time flies If you listen closely, you'll hear the keys to survive Careful when walkin', all of these demons outside (Uh) There's no one to trust, that's how it be in Southside (Uh) The block is too hot, a thousand degrees they drive-by I'm runnin' this shit, can't disagree on my time Another one callin', there's nothin' but green on my mind Never dishonored, my brother the reason I shine These are the crimes, uh
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