Make It Stack Lyrics - The Cold Corner 2 - Lloyd Banks

Too much thinkin' 

On top of that, I'm gettin' high and drinkin' 

I'm floatin' on cloud 9, watchin' these niggas sinkin' 

No blinkin', you blink too much, you lose your turn 

Sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn 

I been talkin' my intentions, now it's time to go and do it 

Take you were I come from, that influence on my music 

Ain't no u-turns on this path, think before you choose it 

Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it 

I came here unexpected, Ima leave a legend 

Brought up in this hell, how I'm breathin' heaven 

I swear I fear I hear my niggas laughin while I'm ballin' 

Woke up this mornin' the weed and alcohol callin' 

Livin' that life of a mac, kickin' them hoes out off 'em 

Ask 'em when they comin' back, knowin' that they done lost 'em 

Hit them bitches from the back, I ain't want all the talkin' 

Don't be blown at my jack, flat-line on that cat 

Let's get this money, then lets make it stack 

Then lets make history, 'cause they can't take that back 

Back to ballin' and spendin' 

Runnin' up in these women, got a bitch out the movie 

Take a look how I'm livin' 

And do you know what it took? 

I take you back down the road, before the riches and bitches 

And the platinum and gold 

I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul 

I don't ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes 

Uhh! I'm tryna buy my soul from Satan. I can't keep up with payments! 

Strange writings on the wall got me feelin' like a cavemen 

Call that shit the "Days Inn" 

Life is so degradin' 

But to my last statement, I keep praying till it's "Amen"! 

Top is where I'm aimin' 

Left the way I came in 

I'm a keep on ravin' till them islands is the Caymens 

And my bitch from Mexico. She don't know she next to go 

Suit yourself, then screw yourself! - 

Shoot yourself, Plaxicooo! 

Bang, bang! - Thought you were a giant 

Couldn't hear the mournings, but I bet you hear them sirens 

First I close my eyelids, (yeah!) - then everything is quiet. (quiet!) 

I could go out in silence, but I would prefer the riot. 

I catch the first star with my fist raised, 

Versace shades 

my french braids 

Had sick chains since 6th grade 

safe to say we've been slaved 

These niggas tryna shoot me! 

These crackers tryna sue me! 

Wake up to your favourite actresses; my life is like a movie, boy! 

Heat up in the winter, so I'm cooler come the summer 

We out here, gamblin' the ruger money sucker 

PYT all the way up to cougar, I'mma crush her 

And I always been a rebel, never been a cuffer 

You just talk it, you don't does it, 

so all those who suffer 

You so humble out in public, computer make you tougher 

I got Rosé by the bottle, bitches by the car-load 

6 or 7 new ones, I'm switchin' up the mob 

Bitch I sleep in the Apollo, I'm always on stage 

I should take my show to broadway 'cause that hallway like a grave 

Can't no bitch get in my mind, so I know it's physical 

I kick out the dimes, I think I'm invincible 

I climbed to the top, now I'm pissin' off the pinnacle 

I pray to God that I get rich, gettin' money spiritual 

Diamond in my physicals, that's why Ima stand out 

You don't got your hand in, you just got you hand out 

Let's get this money, then lets make it stack 

Then lets make history, 'cause they can't take that back 

Back to ballin' and spendin' 

Runnin' up in these women, got a bitch out the movie 

Take a look how I'm livin' 

And do you know what it took? 

I take you back down the road, before the riches and bitches 

And the platinum and gold 

I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul 

I don't ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes 

I bomb back on them hoes (x4) 

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