Lloyd Banks Choose Wisely Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh!
Toast to ya favorite fly guy, keyed in the Cayman high rise
Crab fillets and mob ties, you on ya way to Popeyes
I hit the ave and drop rise
Her eyes as big as stop signs
You think you pressure? Not I, ya BBLs are lop-side
The demon got a detector, know even where the cops hide
Your streaming eras top five, see me in hell, I'm outside
Want me Chanel and knot tied, we in them jet off fly rides
You on that jealous iPod, you givin' tell a cop vibes
Branded a culture real young, took the heart in me when the beat drop
Troopin' it to the weed spot, R.I.P. PNB Rock
You postin' like you live it up from ya Airbnb spot
Out here everything's fair, ain't no such thing as a cheap shot
You been waitin' for years, I guess CC3 is my Detox
Comin' outta the same neighborhood that you seen police pop
Ain't no limit for age here, youngins don't use the decop
They want a quick high well here's the re-rock

[Chrous]
Uh!
We been the hottest news, it ain't hard to choose
We don't follow rules and it's no love for the rival crews (Rival crews)
You runnin' outta moves, someone's gotta lose
Ain't no room to snooze and we cruise with a lot of tools (Lot of tools)
We all made a decision to be great
Be careful what you ask for it comes with a lot of hate
I'm down to do the work no matter how much time it takes
Nothin' you been talkin' gon' affect the dollar rate (Dollar rate)

[Verse 2]
Uh! You movin out the guidelines
Over ya head wit' pom poms
I've seen this movie five times, you workin' shit beside mine
I'm out this era time wise, you steppin' on a live mine
I'm a trip to rise long, closet of number nine bond
You never get the bar votes and when you fly, your parts coach
We mingle where the stars host and pullin' off in car boats
Fat lady singin' hard notes, the haters always scar most
You ain't allowed in my perimeter, a seven star's close
I'm outta Queens, big dreams and dollar schemes
Flip screens and models cling
Six rings like Scottie's team
It's hard for me to skip months, niggas expect me Halloween
I'm old fashioned, keep me outta the messy columns please
Wonder where I been, gotta listen to COTI one
Got used to these frozy arms, salute to Rich Homie Quan
I came outta darkness, therefore these lights don't control me none
There ain't no real money behind these fake pages, it's only bums

[Chrous]
Uh!
We been the hottest news, it ain't hard to choose
We don't follow rules and it's no love for the rival crews (Rival crews)
You runnin' outta moves, someone's gotta lose
Ain't no room to snooze and we cruise with a lot of tools (Lot of tools)
We all made a decision to be great
Be careful what you ask for it comes with a lot of hate
I'm down to do the work no matter how much time it takes
Nothin' you been talkin' gon' affect the dollar rate (Dollar rate)