Paroles Death by design Lloyd Banks

Death by design

Uh, you know what, you talk too much you need to shut the fuck
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, blew, should have never (?) you niggas (?)
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 (?) the principle bout it
I fell but grandma told me "Baby you gon' be ok"
This shit ain't gone, even though sometim?s it may seem that way
A nigga run and playing we gon' have a DOA
I dip a few blocks l?ave the bitch with (?)
Money don't make the man, but you better learn how to make em
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 pray for them

Fuck your minds, 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
Nicer than all these niggas out combined
You've still got to remind these niggas time to time
You know (?) about me, you know I'ma shine
Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac's a dollar sign

You thought my first was a fluke, I couldn't believe y'all
Every nightmare I woke up brought me a dream (?)
Masculine when Im tapping in, keep the gossip between y'all
I hope you grow what (?), never rocked an (?) 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 (maim?) 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 bare what I (met?), Kevin Durant, (?)
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 (?) making the Chevy hop
One of the realest niggas to ever do it, dead or not

Fuck your minds, 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
Nicer than all these niggas out combined
You've still got to remind these niggas time to time
You know (?) about me, you know I'ma shine
Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac's a dollar sign

Mind your bidness, ain't in my business (meetings?)
Thank you for constant disbelieving, my gift is streaming in different regions
Another run Ima pick (?), my trips (?)
I'm booked this season, you serious, is the hooker freezing?
Punches ringing like (?) 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 minds, 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
Nicer than all these niggas out combined
You've still got to remind these niggas time to time
You know (?) about me, you know I'ma shine
Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac's a dollar sign