"Impact" lyrics - LLOYD BANKS

[Intro:]
Uh
Yeah

Opportunity called you, but your moment flew, they over you
Niggas sleepin', I had to deal with comas too, I'm overdue
Trauma, I know exactly what you're goin' through, they turnin' you
Mind your business if issues gon' concern you too
I've turned into the villain
Marble round house like I'm Brazilian
Euro engine revvin', Louis brown pouch for heat concealin'
Reg' to resin, quarantinin' for months, two P's for peelin'
You a workin' nigga, ain't no timeouts, just keep on buildin'
Niggas' grandfathers had been been on wax, deceitful children
Sixty minutes of an album all cap, who keeps it spinnin'?
I can neutralize the shit you talkin' 'bout, two Jeeps for drillin'
Calm you down, you take the Energizer out, you be just chillin'
You can be blunt 'fore they notice me, no one as cold as me
Won't be no, "Come and talk," no Jodeci, check out my potency
None of you old niggas hold the key, no runnin' over me
I kept it safe, where's my holding fee? Back where it's supposed to be

[Chorus:]
Prepare for the impact, this is my get-back
Bottles up to celebrate me, I need a six pack
It's too much here to chit-chat, I'll never get that
The radar looks for vehicles, gotta keep all the whips black
Get money and sit back until this shit crack
Bottles up to celebrate me, I need a six pack
It's too much here to chit-chat, I'll never get that
The radar looks for vehicles, gotta keep all the whips black

Uh, niggas lucky they dealin' with my older mind, I'm overshined
Watch them groupies, they turn into the Cobra Kai, I hold the nine
Gotta salute me, see me, form a soldier line, uphold the don
Stackin' this fuckin' paper case this COVID climbs
They open blinds, it's spooky
Killin' this ice like Yamaguchi
Shit, I gotta carry, tripping's my vice, Bahamas usually
I ain't gotta aim and come up with hits, my style an Uzi
Camera lights, I got a lifestyle of clips fresh out a movie
Fuck a hater and they fingers, won't none of your commas move me
Dog, your niggas better do the right thing like Sal and Mookie
Poppa shot me in the world to live big, Kangol to Coogi
Foggy memories of victims I slid, hangovers woozy
Middle fingers to the police, come check out my frozey arm
Big money, toss this Ember Rollie on, I know my co-de strong
When niggas switchin' sides, he know he wrong, wish all my phonies home
It's time to heat up, I been cultured on, you niggas just holdin' on

[Chorus:]
Prepare for the impact, this is my get-back
Bottles up to celebrate me, I need a six pack
It's too much here to chit-chat, I'll never get that
The radar looks for vehicles, gotta keep all the whips black
Get money and sit back until this shit crack
Bottles up to celebrate me, I need a six pack
It's too much here to chit-chat, I'll never get that
The radar looks for vehicles, gotta keep all the whips black