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Death by Design Video (MV)




Performed By: Lloyd Banks
Language: English
Length: 4:01
Written by: Christopher Lloyd




Lloyd Banks - Death by Design Lyrics
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Uh, you know what, you talk too much you need to shut the f*ck up
I'm shittin' hard again, back up the dump truck
You underneath, then tough luck
I've been around the block before, know what's what
Celebrated consistently, Blue should have never toast you niggas one cup
I was fallin' apart inside, but kept my physical silent
You heard the sounds, they throwin' shots at me, I fifty-two blocked it
Life is a bumpy ride, I had to kick a few the f*ck out it
Prolly could've forgave some of 'em, missed the principle 'bout it
I fell but grandma told me, "Baby you gon' be okay"
This shit ain't done, even though sometimes it may seem that way
A nigga run and playin', we gon' have a DOA
I dip a few blocks, leave the bitch with my cuzzo people stay
Money don't make the man, but you better learn how to make you some
Envy'll hide behind compliments, so watch who you take' em from
Long story short, our life's a bitch, you've got to make her cum
I got shit I'm willin' to die for, y'all better pray for them

Uh, f*ck your mind, I ain't got the time, death by my design
You be actin' bitchmade all the time, dawg you're outta line
Talkin' just to talk, ain't got a real reason behind the rhyme
Gotta be one hunnid, gettin' money is the bottom line
Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined
You still got to remind these niggas time to time
You know anything about me, you know I'ma shine
You grindin', it's relatable my zodiac's a dollar sign

Uh, you thought my first was a fluke, I couldn't believe y'all
Every nightmare I woke up brought me a dream car
Masculine when I'm tappin' in, keep the gossip between y'all
Hope you grow but you local though, never rocked an aren', dawg
Crazy keyboard killer, he ain't got up out that apartment yet
You've got a few fists, talkin' designer with the architect
Your favorite rappers meme you to death, your bars ain't sharpen yet
You jokers can't get the time of day with the narcolept
You big shots are supposed to be busy, still got the time to vent
Couldn't bear what I net, Kevin Durant, Ja Morant
Everybody behind the cams, behind my stamp
You know the ropes, put the dancin' around behind you champ
Always've been branded, might see the logo in any spot
Six figures off of hoodies every drop
Hydrohalic pump makin' the Chevy hop
One of the realest niggas to ever do it, dead or not

Uh, f*ck your mind, I ain't got the time, death by my design
You be actin' bitchmade all the time, dawg you're outta line
Talkin' just to talk, ain't got a real reason behind the rhyme
Gotta be one hunnid, gettin' money is the bottom line
Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined
You still got to remind these niggas time to time
You know anything about me, you know I'ma shine
You grindin', it's relatable my zodiac's a dollar sign

Yo, mind your bidness, ain't in my business meetings
Thank you for constant disbelievin', my gift is streamin' in different regions
Another run, I'ma pick up leavin', my trips Beluga
I'm booked this season, "You serious?" Is a hooker freezin'?
Punches ringin' like King Davis and late payments
Too many dead pounds around me, I had to make changes
Coat so heavy they brake hangers, you got to check the pockets
You movin' backwards, more withdrawals, and less deposits
I seen you out there complainin', I've been cookin', damn
Speakin' on me like you know me, never shook my hand
Before you die, got to make it out the hoods the plan
Red circles, middle of white tees, the look's Japan
Don't need my number, nine out of ten, I ain't pickin' up
Liquored goons got the heart of a lion with the cup
Everybody chasin' the bag, 'til somebody zips it up
You gon' leave up out here strugglin' or rich as f*ck?

Uh, f*ck your mind, I ain't got the time, death by my design
You be actin' bitchmade all the time, dawg you're outta line
Talkin' just to talk, ain't got a real reason behind the rhyme
Gotta be one hunnid, gettin' money is the bottom line
Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined
You still got to remind these niggas time to time
You know anything about me, you know I'ma shine
You grindin', it's relatable my zodiac's a dollar sign
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Uh, you know what, you talk too much you need to shut the f*ck up
I'm shittin' hard again, back up the dump truck
You underneath, then tough luck
I've been around the block before, know what's what
Celebrated consistently, Blue should have never toast you niggas one cup
I was fallin' apart inside, but kept my physical silent
You heard the sounds, they throwin' shots at me, I fifty-two blocked it
Life is a bumpy ride, I had to kick a few the f*ck out it
Prolly could've forgave some of 'em, missed the principle 'bout it
I fell but grandma told me, "Baby you gon' be okay"
This shit ain't done, even though sometimes it may seem that way
A nigga run and playin', we gon' have a DOA
I dip a few blocks, leave the bitch with my cuzzo people stay
Money don't make the man, but you better learn how to make you some
Envy'll hide behind compliments, so watch who you take' em from
Long story short, our life's a bitch, you've got to make her cum
I got shit I'm willin' to die for, y'all better pray for them

Uh, f*ck your mind, I ain't got the time, death by my design
You be actin' bitchmade all the time, dawg you're outta line
Talkin' just to talk, ain't got a real reason behind the rhyme
Gotta be one hunnid, gettin' money is the bottom line
Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined
You still got to remind these niggas time to time
You know anything about me, you know I'ma shine
You grindin', it's relatable my zodiac's a dollar sign

Uh, you thought my first was a fluke, I couldn't believe y'all
Every nightmare I woke up brought me a dream car
Masculine when I'm tappin' in, keep the gossip between y'all
Hope you grow but you local though, never rocked an aren', dawg
Crazy keyboard killer, he ain't got up out that apartment yet
You've got a few fists, talkin' designer with the architect
Your favorite rappers meme you to death, your bars ain't sharpen yet
You jokers can't get the time of day with the narcolept
You big shots are supposed to be busy, still got the time to vent
Couldn't bear what I net, Kevin Durant, Ja Morant
Everybody behind the cams, behind my stamp
You know the ropes, put the dancin' around behind you champ
Always've been branded, might see the logo in any spot
Six figures off of hoodies every drop
Hydrohalic pump makin' the Chevy hop
One of the realest niggas to ever do it, dead or not

Uh, f*ck your mind, I ain't got the time, death by my design
You be actin' bitchmade all the time, dawg you're outta line
Talkin' just to talk, ain't got a real reason behind the rhyme
Gotta be one hunnid, gettin' money is the bottom line
Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined
You still got to remind these niggas time to time
You know anything about me, you know I'ma shine
You grindin', it's relatable my zodiac's a dollar sign

Yo, mind your bidness, ain't in my business meetings
Thank you for constant disbelievin', my gift is streamin' in different regions
Another run, I'ma pick up leavin', my trips Beluga
I'm booked this season, "You serious?" Is a hooker freezin'?
Punches ringin' like King Davis and late payments
Too many dead pounds around me, I had to make changes
Coat so heavy they brake hangers, you got to check the pockets
You movin' backwards, more withdrawals, and less deposits
I seen you out there complainin', I've been cookin', damn
Speakin' on me like you know me, never shook my hand
Before you die, got to make it out the hoods the plan
Red circles, middle of white tees, the look's Japan
Don't need my number, nine out of ten, I ain't pickin' up
Liquored goons got the heart of a lion with the cup
Everybody chasin' the bag, 'til somebody zips it up
You gon' leave up out here strugglin' or rich as f*ck?

Uh, f*ck your mind, I ain't got the time, death by my design
You be actin' bitchmade all the time, dawg you're outta line
Talkin' just to talk, ain't got a real reason behind the rhyme
Gotta be one hunnid, gettin' money is the bottom line
Uh, nicer than all these niggas out combined
You still got to remind these niggas time to time
You know anything about me, you know I'ma shine
You grindin', it's relatable my zodiac's a dollar sign
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Writer: Christopher Lloyd
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