Finish Line Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Under dog is cool, I'm used to being overlooked 

Look at me now I'm filled with style, my blunt is rolled with Kush 

Look bitch I'm ballin, ballin' 

Chasin' K's like Reggie Bush 

My haters hatin' don't know how inside the Bentley look 

Five in the mornin' recording 

You think I slept all day 

But I really aint slept at all 

I got bills that's due, need cheques today 

Southside don't play play around 

If you want me, another black body dumped 

Duck down when you hear the sound, 

I got peace but not the kind you want 

N-gga R.I.P, march throught the club with no I.D 

Make sure they put the pretty b-tches round me 

Tables of Bub' and it's all on me 

Hoes show love in the V.I.P 

Think about bread when you think about P 

What I done did and how I OD 

Check a muthaf-cking thing here free 

Touch nothing you see 

I ex'ing off the hoes quick as they come 

Drinking heavy rollin' up like i got an extra lung 

Singing Bentley, sippin' harley pardon what I've become 

Leakin' bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum 

These n-ggas never did sh-t for me when I was starvin' son 

Just me against them, you remember that 

Thought you'd be glad but you parting along when I'm ending at 

I don't see no kind of friend in that 

F-ck em all go spend a stack 

Yapping like a bitch don't get more friend than that 

This that no pretending rap 

Y'all know how my engine at 

Nine in front two ten's in back 

Running with that stack in his back 

One in yo ad 

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I know I'm watched by an angel 

Still feel her hugs and her kisses 

On the phone with my grandma 

Don't give a f-ck bout these bitches 

Dont give a f-ck bout their trophy's 

Or anything that they might owe me 

I do this for you (you, you) 

The only ones that really know me 

Only ones that aint disown me 

I remember everything they said 

Said I was dead, deaded all that 

Sledgehammer right on your head 

Live for the now, su woo to gone 

Sucka n-gga's left red 

No time for waiting rather get mine instead 

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I gettin' money on a dime 

Girl it's my time 

Go get that Love sh-t out your mind 

You living blind 

Can't go for that will fall behind 

I'm on the grind 

Im hittin 'em two at a time 

Why would I decline 

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See you at the finish line 

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See you at the finish line 

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See you at the finish line 

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See you at the finish line 

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