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"Major League" is a track by Lloyd Banks, from the album The Blue Friday Series, released 9th December 2016. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Hook] There ain't no way out it baby, the streets been calling me lately Infatuated with payment, the feeling made me go crazy Avoid the fraudin' and phony You meet your maker mistake me Reflection of the pros that came before me, fuck you pay me, uh! Chronic by the cases, out here counting faces Ducking, dodging cases, large amounts to faze us Handing out the vapers with the cards they gave us Bottom to the majors, made a job for haters [Verse] Uh! They don't want no smoke, woulda been a problem already And they don't want the underdog to get light, gotta go heavy I'm fresh up out of a fewsome, they bottom, losin' on entry Lyrical bomb essentially, cookie smoke blot out the Benzie Uh, I lose my mind too much resting, time's out went empty I done bullied these niggas flows for protection, high-powered MC Welcoming all competition, it compliments me With practice, shout out to Century, started my rhyming frenzy A bill and he wipe the hate gone, chillin', feet up like Draymond You put in that work you stay long, Warrior's my parade song Call in your props, your fame's gone You were raised wrong I done lost my marbles, traveled back to space for 'em Heavenly mind in tape form For the love of the evil dollar, I need to holla Life's a heffa, i'm dreamin' bout her, new schemes of horror Seperate from a team of power, blue dream and sour Here's to the greenest hour, my verse is a M16s a shower Fuck you gon' hold up the leanin' tower, I beam and pow ya None of you punks gon' stop the show, block moves like Hakeem around ya OGs stuck on gorilla glue, I remix the smoke Push my hand in a cino, pulled a 100 grand and hit them folks Line ups'll cut all the bullshit out, keep the clippers close Land of the broken borrowers, niggas stealin' my shit the most Her dude lame, and I'm rippin' through walls like Andy Dufresne Thoughts of a missing screw brain I'm Bruce Wayne Callin' me get ya boo flamed I don't care how trends change, still rock a loose qiang Boredom on top the food chain Fall on the spot Ka-Boom range Same energy different coast Decades now in designer, I'm ditchin' clothes Poppin' skill, 'nuff bottles to swim in I've been ridin' since window rolls Jointed rings and timbo soles Call your king, my intro's gold Heart of me's never been so cold Gossip's a bitches role, man to move 'round in silence Planting feet on rappers neck still, mannequin challenge balance I'm damagin', silence talent Amateurs round astounding Think your anchor, which one of you ship handlers 'bout 'bout it New LP, I'll bring the glory back and neutralize the corny rappin' Cruisin', over lappin', discography kept the shawtys mackin' Discipline the wrong reaction, leave here in a sporty casket Niggas only cool in this era, back then they all be average [Hook] There ain't no way out it baby, the streets been calling me lately Infatuated with payment, the feeling made me go crazy Avoid the fraudin' and phony You meet your maker mistake me Reflection of the pros that came before me, fuck you pay me, uh! Chronic by the cases, out here counting faces Ducking, dodging cases, large amounts to faze us Handing out the vapers with the cards they gave us Bottom to the majors, made a job for haters
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