Paint the Sky - Lloyd Banks, Vado

You’re undercut by all the amateurs

It’s the amateurs who make it tough for the professionals

From mooching and being able to pass off their bullshit

I’ve seen a hoop dream turn to a death wish

Get into trouble, no problem, you’re on the guest list

They wonder how we got trapped in it, my guess is

It’s reckless when you’re young, black and you restless

Been up the streets this week and all

Conversation breached the wall

Ain’t no secrets y’all, you’re speaking tall

But got a small way of thinking if you’re thinking you’re better

Ain’t a dollar made to keep shit together

I’m knee deep in the gutter

My dawg said he go to sleep in his color

He hit the blunt, took the world, and got the reaper to stutter

A year spared from a weeping mother

My scars outside don’t match the ones I keep in under

Bet you the devil ain’t going to sleep this summer

The heat’ll come and leave your ass cold, you’re holding a number

Humble down if you ain’t from the town

Talking like you’re running shit

And you just run around, when it all goes down

Forever, I’ma stay alive

Bred to handle anything, yeah, put here to rise

Let the purple flowers, paint the sky

Still taking chances, rather not make it by

Forever I’ma keep it real

Brought up in the field, another dream for the street to kill

We hope the money ease the mind

I need a way out like I need to rhyme

This life is a drug homie and I been an addict

Can’t talk money if you never had it

You never was made from a better average

I’m here to become a King like Coretta marriage

Beretta packed it, get together a package

Grease covered with plastic and it bubbles for traffic

I’m bumping you bastards when I mob through

Put a hole in one, yeah, we play golf too

No controllers, I over power this rap biz

Weed louder than Khaled ad-libs

Breathe sour laughin with Fat Diggs?

mad kid

Funny how all the rats where the trap is

Guess it’s too much cheese to be getting

Flip what?

You only turn keys in the ignition

Ten hut, keep the army in position

My army the commission, we all meet in tradition

What’s up?

Forever, I’ma stay alive

Bred to handle anything, yeah, put here to rise

Let the purple flowers, paint the sky

Still taking chances, rather not make it by

Forever I’ma keep it real

Brought up in the field, another dream for the street to kill

We hope the money ease the mind

I need a way out like I need to rhyme

Little homie set up for a brutal living

Hope ya momma put a bid in 'cause her dude in prison

You know who’s always there and who’s been missing

Kind of what you’re used to with no supervision

Clean yourself up and resume the mission

Still trying to avoid collision so I’m riding out with coupe precision

Rumors carried by young niggas and stupid women

Go on, that’s forbidden, here’s to my new beginning

Rims spinning, I’m through walking

You don’t really want shit with me, dawg, you’re moon barking

My clothes come in two, I need a few coffins

Tell 'em I did it my way then take my shoes off them

Ending this like the movie paper views often

Old cowards spreading knowledge that the fools taught them

Though many got the same minds, I won a huge portion

I hit the lye, get high, hear my crew talking

Forever, I’ma stay alive

Bred to handle anything, yeah, put here to rise

Let the purple flowers, paint the sky

Still taking chances, rather not make it by

Forever I’ma keep it real

Brought up in the field, another dream for the street to kill

We hope the money ease the mind

I need a way out like I need to rhyme