Grand Scheme (feat. Lloyd Banks)
Please get the money...
F*ck your intention and your clout announcements
Who vouches?
Designer couches in our momma' houses
For timing out, I need a thousand ounces
Few pounds of lobsters on Italian counters
No clowns around us
Toxic exit out my life, Bottega Venetta for practice
Plan it on principles, connected with Mega for classics
Follow tradition, mobster reenactments
You spend your hours being backwards
I'm scheming, rapping, appeasing traffic
Blessing this year, the same pedigree as your enemy
Honorable at the registry, bury me with integrity
Grimey come when you on the void, shredded v to a memory
Opioids you smokin boy? Hennessy intendancy
Chronicles from a misunderstood place
You could never learn
Drama spiking the temperature
Foot race to the ghetto birds
N*ggas dropping the sequence
All due to their block allegiance
You don't hear me much
The loudest n*gga in the room is the weakest
In the grand scheme of things, what is success?
Quality of life means nothing to death
Real talk I often reflect
Deep clarity, you can't buy love or respect
A force to be reckoned with
Walking predestined steps with eloquence
Talk with intelligence
Often reflects in my poetic gift
Turned burden into benevolence
My son won't experience situations I been in
Some didn't get through
Others died a thousand times, yet are alive
Just not living with honor, has no compromise
If knowledge is power, wisdom is hard to conquer
A man who honors his words and vows to prosper
Has a promising tomorrow
Is hard to realize in ominous surroundings
Seeds of resentment
Bloom constant, in the garden of despair
Beneath the veil is the mother of a martyr
Inconsolable, regardless of condolences and flowers
Some want revenge
Others know the man that got him
It's a problem they can't solve
So they falling back, watching
For signs of direction
Lost no moral compass
Everyone for self 'til it involves them
In the grand scheme of things, what is success?
Quality of life means nothing to death
Real talk I often reflect deep clarity
You can't buy love or respect
F*ck your intention and your clout announcements
Who vouches?
Designer couches in our momma' houses
For timing out, I need a thousand ounces
Few pounds of lobsters on Italian counters
No clowns around us
Toxic exit out my life, Bottega Venetta for practice
Plan it on principles, connected with Mega for classics
Follow tradition, mobster reenactments
You spend your hours being backwards
I'm scheming, rapping, appeasing traffic
Blessing this year, the same pedigree as your enemy
Honorable at the registry, bury me with integrity
Grimey come when you on the void, shredded v to a memory
Opioids you smokin boy? Hennessy intendancy
Chronicles from a misunderstood place
You could never learn
Drama spiking the temperature
Foot race to the ghetto birds
N*ggas dropping the sequence
All due to their block allegiance
You don't hear me much
The loudest n*gga in the room is the weakest
In the grand scheme of things, what is success?
Quality of life means nothing to death
Real talk I often reflect
Deep clarity, you can't buy love or respect
A force to be reckoned with
Walking predestined steps with eloquence
Talk with intelligence
Often reflects in my poetic gift
Turned burden into benevolence
My son won't experience situations I been in
Some didn't get through
Others died a thousand times, yet are alive
Just not living with honor, has no compromise
If knowledge is power, wisdom is hard to conquer
A man who honors his words and vows to prosper
Has a promising tomorrow
Is hard to realize in ominous surroundings
Seeds of resentment
Bloom constant, in the garden of despair
Beneath the veil is the mother of a martyr
Inconsolable, regardless of condolences and flowers
Some want revenge
Others know the man that got him
It's a problem they can't solve
So they falling back, watching
For signs of direction
Lost no moral compass
Everyone for self 'til it involves them
In the grand scheme of things, what is success?
Quality of life means nothing to death
Real talk I often reflect deep clarity
You can't buy love or respect
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Charles Lloyd
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