Testo Cliffhanger - Lloyd Banks

Cliffhanger

Learn when it go your ways, shit pops when you overstay
A spot for you in the danger field, chances slimmer than Coi Leray
Lose it, you hope and pray, followed you, I’d be broke today
Ghostwriters, I float with your idols, cheatin' the culture pace
Know how to coach and play, pilot auto with no delay
Try me and have a brush with death, still watchin' you both decay
Tell me you won’t betray, made it out of the vulture phase
Feline from hell was for a scream, mixed the fit with the Oppanese
Rare that I socialise, why? Too many social lies
Easy to stay alive with closed lids, figured I opened eyes
A closet full of
for my kids to posturize
Dodgin' 'em with the gossipin', niggas givin' me Oprah vibes
Pinnin’s a boulder size, stompin' shit outta the cobra’s
I won’t comply, a nigga city won’t knock me, you told a lie
Orders’ll make the soldiers riot, wild fathers and shouldercries
Greatness and haters doin’t coincide
When your wins came, your friends changed
Playin' them switch games, I forget names
I guess I’ll see you in the sky
All I got is I— lah-lah-lah-ahh
I think I’m insane, startin' to cliffhang
If something sits strange, I’ll inflict pain
If I let go, I’ma fly
I ain’t scared to die— nah-nah-nah
Uh, steppin' on niggas, Timb my walker, in new dreams, I’m a stalker
When those involved, it gets deep, you in cruel seas with the orca
Need writers, they seek the author, I’m puttin' loose leaf through torture
I ain’t got time to be talkin', need blue cheese with the offer
You can tell that I’ve been to hell and back, cool breezes in order
Violate me? Be a peasant pack, coupe keys for my daughter
From neighbourhoods that are snatched teams, hoop dreams to the corner
Trips to the jewelers got me diamond cut blue beams on my order
I can’t be right to pass but you can keep tryin'
I like to laugh, ups and downs’ll spike you fast
You’re in and out, it’ll siphon gas
When you gettin' it, life’s a blast, new issues and pricy tags
Ice grills come from everywhere, pussies with a
sheisty
, uh
Namings for disorder, yo, crack pack, just don’t call me bro
Insults from these drugged-up backtrackers on corny shows
Nowadays they don’t last long, makin' history’s all we know
Buckets of green helpin' the shorties grow
When your wins came, your friends changed
Playin' them switch games, I forget names
I guess I’ll see you in the sky
All I got is I— lah-lah-lah-ahh
I think I’m insane, startin' to cliffhang
If something sits strange, I’ll inflict pain
If I let go, I’ma fly
I ain’t scared to die— nah-nah-nah