[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Queens get the money!
Uh!

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Fuck 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 get 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 mе with integrity
Grimey come whеn you on the void, shredded v to a memory
Opioids you smoking boy? Hennessy and tendancy
Chronicles from a misunderstood place you could never learn
Drama spiking the temperature, foot race from the ghetto birds
N***as dropping the sequence, all due to their block allegiance
You don't hear me much, the loudest n***a in the room's the weakest

[Chorus: Cormega]
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
[Verse 2: Cormega]
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've 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 word 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

[Chorus: Cormega]
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