C O T I - Lloyd Banks

The streets don’t show love and gettin' to it don’t make you a boss

There’s no remorse, the turns of the inevitable course

Don’t follow nobody else’s, figure out which path is yours

'Cause lights go off, and I pray to God I never get lost

They always watchin', pretendin' they want you winnin', of course

They want the torch, the turns of the inevitable course

All I got is my word and principles that I never cross

Can’t get knocked off, the turns of the inevitable course (Yo, uh)

Rare that I speak on y’all, rather I not be mentioned either

You runnin' the internet with your issues, you’re an attention-seeker

Never laid shit down for me, covered expenses either

That’s where Blue came in, showin' love’s an expensive teacher

Money involved, people’ll flip-flop on you, Gucci style

You shit all on me, keep that same energy when the truth comes out

You flawed yourself, who put you in a position where you can vouch?

Do losers count?

I brung you 'round, time to pack up and move the house

Losin' the best friend’s a feeling nobody else can help

Just look at me, all these years later, still out here by myself

Lured from the fakest material things disguised as wealth

Thinkin' I’m vulnerable, I’m not, weapon concealed behind the belt

And half this doubt out here since before you heard of me, love it

Minimize him behind doors, switchin' it up in public

You lookin' for light, got a little bit off my name and loved it

Grown-ass man dick ridin' for pictures, I’m disgusted (Uh)

The streets don’t show love and gettin' to it don’t make you a boss

There’s no remorse, the turns of the inevitable course

Don’t follow nobody else’s, figure out which path is yours

'Cause lights go off, and I pray to God I never get lost

They always watchin', pretendin' they want you winnin', of course

They want the torch, the turns of the inevitable course

All I got is my word and principles that I never cross

Can’t get knocked off, the turns of the inevitable course (Uh)

Take a walk through my catalog that nobody helped me design

Just when you thought you finally clipped my wings, you were helpin' me fly

Maybe my dark aura’s reversed, maybe I fell from the sky

Can’t let no play-both-siders blot out my vision, eye-for-an-eye

They want the truth intact, force me to shoot it back, left me a boobytrap

How cruel is that?

Got me out in the corners where it get spooky at

Believe nothin' what you hear, fuckin' dummy for just assumin' that

Half of what you may see, common sense is rare and you losin' that

AR1 with the doofy strap, this’ll supply the fiends

New, improved version of super crack, cruisin' back in the Beem'

I was destined to have a king since the pharaoh get moved to Queens

Crabs tryna stop each other, hard to be happy if one of us leaves

These suckers don’t get to slap five, point, I’ve severed my rap ties

Death’s a permanent black eye, rest in peace Wise and Fat Shy

Pockets fat as your last lie, allegedly I’m the bad guy

Probably don’t like me anyway, lucky to see me pass by (Uh)

The streets don’t show love and gettin' to it don’t make you a boss

There’s no remorse, the turns of the inevitable course

Don’t follow nobody else’s, figure out which path is yours

'Cause lights go off, and I pray to God I never get lost

They always watchin', pretendin' they want you winnin', of course

They want the torch, the turns of the inevitable course

All I got is my word and principles that I never cross

Can’t get knocked off, the turns of the inevitable course