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'