Rocket Chamber

(アルバム： The Loyal - 2023)

[Lloyd Banks:]
Uh
I'm headed up again, hating just fuels my rocket chamber
Few niggas clone the flow, happy to be my doppelganger
A pocket stainless, cool ticket hung on my closet hangers
Forgot he's famous, disconnected from hip-hop for ages
Entered the crew, hood Olympics, bought off the block, courageous
Taking over again, walking you through the hostage spaces
Cut out the cages, twenty-one flips of deposit pages
Won't nominate us? Throw cherry bombs at the commentators
Queens empowered, [?] for my b-day, send a green piñata
Team shotta, you either wish the rap bowl or dream of powder
Leaning tower, fuck 'bout a rapper
Which of them keys allow us?
Screams and hollers, what is the likelihood I'ma breathe my flowers? (Yeah, yeah)
Life will reveal itself, won't be the same, your back gon' clip
Gotta keep pushing, bring out the vehicle that the cap goes with
Pray for a miracle, full recovery has to fix
Niggas outta reality, coming up with a asterisk (Uh)
You listen close, you hear the numbers calling (Numbers callin')
Lacking the interest, day is shortened, no time of day for the unimportant
You trust a bitch, you either shoot or snorting (Snortin')
Karma been on my case for years now we finally made a truce this morning (Truce this mornin')

[Tony Yayo:]
Me and karma made a truce this morning
Me and karma made a truce this morning, hah
(Me and karma made a truce this mornin')

It ain't roses and unicorns where I'm from
Lil' niggas tat trophies on they face, they body [?]
Project Squid Games for cocaine
You get an extra belly button from the FN
Ancient deposits in my rhyme book
White truffle on cheesecake, I got that rich taste
Going off them concentrates, Bentley with the paper plates
Daytona dasher with the day and date
R.I.P. to [?] 'cause I miss my nigga
Two hundred bows on the table got my diamonds bigger
THC diamonds got a nigga brain mixed up
That shit is 92%, how the fuck I get up?
Insane in my blunt from Dr. Greenthumb
Got the K in the trunk, watch that drummer-boy drum
Mamma not home, whip it up in the kitchen
[?] getting high, bag it up the in the basement

Damn
That nigga nice