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Traffic

Lloyd Banks, Vado, Dave East

The Course of the Inevitable 2, 2022, الإنجليزية

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Uh
Nigga bein' there is nothin', bein' reliable is
The only thing keepin' me alive is my kids
Check out my highlights in Vietnam with them clips
Niggas outside of your windows like Peepin' Toms for them bricks
Nowhere to hide, turn a runner on to a cripple stepper
My homie luck worse than mine, I know that he's with whatever
Too hard to chill, the streets cold as ever, it's snitchin' weather
When everybody else breakin' apart, we'll stick together
Immortalizin', whеn I meet my maker, cross your TV
A nigga throw paint on my statue, send him up to see mе
Come ups ain't easy, this like I'm comin' with a fuckin' freebie
Your pups are preemie, I'm somethin' freezy in custom GT
Rattles around for sure, watch who you in your circle with
Movies keep me from lookin' in, one of my favorite purchases
Bless you all with a holy house, in and out of the church with this
Karma don't pick a color, head back on my David Berkowitz
Uh, a nigga ever turn his back deserve to suffer
You know the suckers pacin', double facin' loyal motherfuckers
Check the pavement, dog, they out here sheddin' skin
Don't go against the grain, that kinda pain'll never end
Went up against the odds, it's no surrender, no pretend
Ain't got nowhere to lean at all, my back against the wind
By time we get to clearin' out, the traffic'll be thin
Hell over the holidays, a massacre again
Rugby sweats and sweaters with turtlenecks
Moncler's on a bubble vest
Nike Airs on couple necks, Cartier's pink color specs (Yes)
Seen so much death, I swear who fuckin' next? (Word)
God forbid, shit, make sure I'm fuckin' fresh (God forbid, huh?)
It's in my DNA to be pushin' a DB8
While duckin' the DEA for smugglin' in Frito-lays
Flooded, you see José, I mean Jésus, the Jesus face
I mean ha-choo like sneeze away, shit's sicker though either way
Young VA, son, I've done V8s
V-1-2 coupe, playin' H-O-V-A (Yes)
You can tell he movin' C-O-C-A (You see him)
Fuckin' all these bitches like free? Oh no, we pay (Uh)
Niggas gossip, but deny for certain
If I don't answer comments, I can't reply, I'm in person (Tell 'em again)
Niggas gossip, but deny for certain
If I don't answer comments, I can't reply, I'm in person
Uh, a nigga ever turn his back deserve to suffer
You know the suckers pacin', double facin' loyal motherfuckers
Check the pavement, dog, they out here sheddin' skin
Don't go against the grain, that kinda pain'll never end
Went up against the odds, it's no surrender, no pretend
Ain't got nowhere to lean at all, my back against the wind
By time we get to clearin' out, the traffic'll be thin (You know it)
Hell over the holidays, a massacre again (Pablo)
As I'm watching every nigga watching me closely
If you a part of this family, our enemies like a trophy
If God done blessed it, it's holy (Blessed)
Dead in the middle of little Italy, bullets riddled
Hit him three times, left his face in the cannoli, Jalen and Jacoby
Talking 'bout the game, no longer playing, shit done changed up
Hmm, let me change up, Slime, Pablo and Banks up (My niggas)
My neck froze, I hit some banks up (Froze)
Hoes come through, they think us
Foes hate me for breathin'
They can't find me, I'm somewhere way up (Way up)
Either that or I'm laid up (Laid up), Bahama breezes
Thinkin' of that .38 that jammed that time I tried to squeeze it
Lucky you, calendar say June, that mean another coupe (Skrrt)
A couple reasons, wakin' up from nightmares of my mother screamin'
Surrounded by demons cool with the devil, but run from Jesus
I won't start it if I can't complete it, organized, I FTD'd it
Since truck jewelry Nefertiti's, you whining like CeCe (Whining)
Eyes watchin' in Ibiz-y, it got him like Beanie
Uh, a nigga ever turn his back deserve to suffer
You know the suckers pacin', double facin' loyal motherfuckers
Check the pavement, dog, they out here sheddin' skin
Don't go against the grain, that kinda pain'll never end
Went up against the odds, it's no surrender, no pretend
Ain't got nowhere to lean at all, my back against the wind
By time we get to clearin' out, the traffic'll be thin
Hell over the holidays, a massacre again