Testi On My Life - Lloyd Banks

On My Life

I’ll motha fuckin' take it there you leavin' out the world tonight\nMurder will suffice (murder will suffice)\nLive from the hood with nothin' nice shoulda thought twice\nFollow no advice (follow no advice)\nAround here you gotta make your own way roll the dice\nMind on the heist (mind on the heist)\nDown to get it anyway everybody try\nMy sight set on a better me strugglin' to become it\nProduct fightin' out kitchin' rumblin' in the cupboard\nNo time to get caught up rather cut up with these hundreds\nThis is what papa done made me I was than a stomach\nChoppin' the wall feelin' my drug go into public\nDon’t believe in me today don’t show up when I’m inducted\nYou be out here on your fuck shit why would I keep in touch with\nIf everything’s that’s keeping you down I feel discuss quick\nClose to the edge anyway push me if you want\nThe 40 a soul snatcher grab a pussy like Trump\nGot what you achievin' your life time in the month\nBeen holdin' back on a ton of shit right time in the dump\nI get to blackin' when I want peers dreadin' my come back\nRunnin' a nigga shoutin' obscenities is on flat\nGet your handle for one stack\nyour hear your front crack stuck in the sky\nAll over dumb rap\nI’ll put it on my life (I'll put it on my life)\nI’ll motha fuckin' take it there you leavin' out the world tonight\nMurder will suffice (murder will suffice)\nLive from the hood with nothin' nice shoulda thought twice\nFollow no advice (follow no advice)\nAround here you gotta make your own way roll the dice\nMind on the heist (mind on the heist)\nDown to get it anyway everybody try\nWhen you been on my darker days I was strugglin'\nYou be poppin' up as soon as I pop lookin' for somethin'\nNeed a spray bottle to sanitize the huggin'\nPrayin' to God he heal my head you was fantasizing concussions\nSaid I was in your best interests but wasn’t\nNow you caught in the vapors and my money fragrance I’m buzzin'\nCousin all I got is thuggin' these drugs and empty nights of clubbin'\nEverything up front and direct ain’t livin' righteous subbin'\nI’m 50 grand through out and\nI had a band for every built a prison bring the bricks to me\nAmmo by the uzi I’m risky gamble black and choosy\nJury box commando switch the hand to rap and rubies\nStep out the movie with shells and chronic smells\nEvery time I trap you gotta hit rewind shake bells\nFleece sweater my treasure swells\nrappin' you tick tockin'\nBenjamin’s till can’t nothin' fit I need a fifth pocket\nI’ll put it on my life (I'll put it on my life)\nI’ll motha fuckin' take it there you leavin' out the world tonight\nMurder will suffice (murder will suffice)\nLive from the hood with nothin' nice shoulda thought twice\nFollow no advice (follow no advice)\nAround here you gotta make your own way roll the dice\nMind on the heist (mind on the heist)\nDown to get it anyway everybody try