Death by Design - Lloyd Banks

Uh, you know what, you talk too much you need to shut the fuck up

I’m shitting hard again, back up the dump truck

You underneath, then tough luck

I’ve been around the block before, know what’s what

Celebrated consistently, Blue should have never toast you niggas one cup

I was falling apart inside, but kept my physical silent

You heard the sounds, they throwing shots at me, I 52 blocked it

Life is a bumpy ride, I had to kick a few the fuck out it

Prolly could’ve forgave some of 'em, missed the principle bout it

I fell but grandma told me «Baby you gon' be ok»

This shit ain’t done, even though sometimes it may seem that way

A nigga run and playing we gon' have a DOA

I dip a few blocks, leave the bitch with my cuz where people stay

Money don’t make the man, but you better learn how to make you some

Envy’ll hide behind the compliments, so watch who you take em from

Long story short, our life’s a bitch, you’ve got to make her cum

I got shit I’m willing to die for, y’all better pay for them

Fuck your mind, I ain’t got the time, death by my design

You be acting bitchmade all the time, dawg you’re outta line

Talking just to talk, ain’t got a real reason behind the rhyme

Got to be 100 getting money, here’s the bottom line

Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined

You’ve still got to remind these niggas time to time

You know anything about me, you know I’ma shine

Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac’s a dollar sign

Uh, You thought my first was a fluke, I couldn’t believe y’all

Every nightmare I woke up brought me a dream car

Masculine when I’m tapping in, keep the gossip between y’all

Hope you grow but you local though, never rocked an aren', dawg

Crazy keyboard killer, he ain’t got up out that apartment yet

You’ve got a few fists, talking designer with the architect

Your favorite rappers meme you to death, your bars ain’t sharpen yet

You jokers can’t get the time of day with the narcolept

You big shots are supposed to be busy, still got the time to vent

Couldn’t bear what I net, Kevin Durant, Ja Morant

Everybody behind the cams, behind my stamp

You know the ropes, put the dancing around behind you chimp

Always’ve been branded, might see the logo in any spot

Six figures off of hoodies every drop

I drive a pump, making the Chevy hop

One of the realest niggas to ever do it, dead or not

Fuck your mind, I ain’t got the time, death by my design

You be acting bitchmade all the time, dawg you’re outta line

Talking just to talk, ain’t got a real reason behind the rhyme

Got to be 100 getting money, here’s the bottom line

Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined

You’ve still got to remind these niggas time to time

You know anything about me, you know I’ma shine

Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac’s a dollar sign

Yo, mind your bidness, ain’t in my business meetings

Thank you for constant disbelieving, my gift is streaming in different regions

Another run, I’ma pick up leaving, my trips Beluga

I’m booked this season, you serious, is the hooker freezing?

Punches ringing like Davis and late payments

Too many dead pounds around me, I had to make changes

Coat so heavy they brake hangers, you’ve got to check the pockets

You moving backwards, more withdrawals, and less deposits

I seen you out there complaining, I’ve been cooking, damn

Speaking on me like you know me, never shook my hand

Before you die, got to make it out the hoods the plan

Red circles, middle of white tees, the look’s Japan

Don’t need my number, nine out of ten, I ain’t picking up

Liquored goons got the heart of a lion with the cup

Everybody chasing the bag, 'till somebody zips it up

You gon' leave up out here struggling or rich as fuck?

Fuck your mind, I ain’t got the time, death by my design

You be acting bitchmade all the time, dawg you’re outta line

Talking just to talk, ain’t got a real reason behind the rhyme

Got to be 100 getting money, here’s the bottom line

Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined

You’ve still got to remind these niggas time to time

You know anything about me, you know I’ma shine

Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac’s a dollar sign