Early Exit (feat. Roc Marci)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Uh, everything on heavy, water on your prop bezzi'

Made my prezzi' rock steady, my confetti is a blend of blueberry

Too many crosses on my line, new celly

Can't even snuff a nigga, lames too ready

What pocket change you buried?

Some words are strong enough to get your fam' touched

Serpent ass nigga, slither right out your handcuffs

We're total opposites, how could you understand us?

Pockets in a drought, yet floodin' your Instagram up

Your WCW rams us

Lyricist delivery, Roberto Duran punch

My aura luminates the room, Louis Vuitton balloons

Banko back to rеvvin' up the goons, movie time thе zooms

I send 'em shots in a medley, Uzi, Nine, kabooms

Bury me a ****ing king, custom jewelry out my tomb

You sleepin' on me, made your bed up, can't reroute the doom

Can't be out here dying over coon, floosies out the room, uh!

Around the way, you never know

Everybody won't like you, you gon' have to let it go

Gotta find a better road

Shit on all your facade, rocks on a bed of gold

You can leave here in a second yo

Dummy fall I'ma never fall

We gon' always be respected

If a nigga crossed the lines we drew, early exit

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]

Uh, you ****in' with the genuine artical, fly nigga, I'm lookin' like Ginuwine in the artical

Been a ton, ***** I been a don

I resemble the image of God, the pendant's on tier with Rakim Allah's

I admit I started a renaissance, got all these artists on the same shit I'm on, I should talk at a seminar, uh

Your lyrics semi-hard

You ain't gotta give me the nod, I know I'm the big dog

In the yard not only did I lift the bar with bars, I really did sling hard like Nicky Barnes

Minus the fish you got fishing parts, you still a ***** at heart, I'm on a yacht fishin' in a pond

Who knew the arm could lift six sextillions, I'm really just superior to y'all with no jewelry on

Spit on your Richard Mille I'm a demigod

Big ***** lookin' at me like a chili dog, uh!

Around the way, you never know (Really dog, Marci)

Everybody won't like you, you gon' have to let it go

Gotta find a better road

Shit on all your facade, rocks on a bed of gold

You can leave here in a second yo

Dummy fall I'ma never fall

We gon' always be respected

If a nigga crossed the lines we drew, early exit

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Uh, get out of line and there'll be slim to no forgiveness

Have my niggas grabbin' arms like you called them sons of *****es

Funny how the aggressors become the witness

And you know the motto, speak about it, cuts and stitches

Don't be next to get your head cracked, staple and machete crime

Gloomy, you know Halloween, I'm pitchin', gets 'em every time

Grimey ghoul goblin, promise anyone that envy dying

Giant jewels drippin, keep a smithin', turn you MC blind

Crazy how they talk, you can't help 'em out, too corny

Think somebody in my family tree put a root on me

Watch your tone, last nigga that moved got a boot on him

The ringer ain't out of range for anybody you callin'

Nigga every year's a blessing, I cop, pull up in Queens

Dapped a fan, said it's good to see me, good to be seen

In any area you stumble in got a hood in between

Spring my ****ing wrist whippin' this shit, cooking machine

Around the way, you never know

Everybody won't like you, you gon' have to let it go

Gotta find a better road

Shit on all your facade, rocks on a bed of gold

You can leave here in a second, yo

Dummy fall I'ma never fall

We gon' always be respected

If a nigga crossed the lines we drew, early exit