Money over Matter - Lloyd Banks

Never mind what you told me homie\nI never held you to it for disappointment\nFeeling like I always knew it I don’t need no distractions\nSave your opinions for amusement\nI’m a musician trapped in this game of lames\nFuck all that cool shit\nI was bred for this, sweat tears and bled for this\nRocked out necklace, washed out debts this\nIllest living, my round, heads will twist\nBow down next to piss\nSee me barely, my mind’s excellence\nMy bitext to kiss my technicals\nFive times exorcist\nOne time specialist\nFast time slacking hard times catching up\n, constant pressure fuck, fuck them all\nCrack them with my platinum plaques\nSneaky dissing and fashion rap\nGonna have me fueled, relapse\nAnd crack and now it’s back to scratch\nMind over matter\nThey already been sick of nigga\nNow its time to make em madder\n(it dont matter they dont matter)\nAll we know is shinnin' and climbing\nMovin' round here with the ladder\nFuck it do it all, there wit it after\nAnything that make the money grow faster\nNo reward, no laughter\nKeep ya eyes up no avoiding the rapture\nIn a matter of time them boys will come at cha'\nYou said i would fall\nSame hoes you lovin' got the V surrounded\nBitch keep on wishin'\nFuck all the hoppin' watch me be about it Rock em to sleep\nWon’t take defeat rather repeat the groundwork back on my feet\nTold my lil niggas they could be somebody\nHigh and regard\nLargest my attributes\nNights fruadin' for rapper juice\nMachete rippin half\nEarly, who let the bastards loose?\nTimin' out here is critical\nBackstabs and subliminals\nBlack mags in ya video\nBack smacked through the city\nShow ya horror i been harbored in Traitor arms in the carpet, then im alter ego arguing\nBurn em, urns in the car again\nWife squirming and gargling\nYou snuck through\nRaising the bar again\nGave you the formula, how long you\nGone play wit the armored pen\nHoe in ya character, ya stories can’t afford to get by Sometimes ya pardoned stupidity\nBut this loyalty? Na Move round' like royalty ma That chair there oughta be mine\nYou tryna hold me up Wasn’t there before\nMind over matter\nThey already been sick of nigga\nNow its time to make em madder\n(it dont matter they dont matter)\nAll we know is shinnin' and climbing\nMovin' round here with the ladder\nFuck it do it all, there wit it after\nAnything that make the money grow faster\nNo reward, no laughter\nKeep ya eyes up no avoiding the rapture\nIn a matter of time them boys will come at cha'