The Glove - Banger lyrics

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The Glove - Banger lyrics

Just sitting down Thinkin' about this life of mine All of my troubles All my good times Black panther cub gotta lot a love From the bottom to the top, underground to up above Not ya average rig-a-marole just playing the role Instead I set my path in the bold The mic I control with breath I control And cold make 'em lose control Lo and behold Make these rhymes pay me like a hoe on the stroll Told 'em its cold piece of work in cold world Still my only joy when I hold a flow Like the north pole hold magnetism All the naysayers sayin no They can eat crow I show and prove to a groove they never knew Grew and grew walked around the rocks enroute If it seemed impossible Still had to do my best John Henry and hammer straight through If the deal goes sour got the will power And the now to meet the challenges Whatever, however, just sayin' It's a banger it's a banger It's a banger it's a banger It's a banger it's a banger It's a banger Just sitting down Thinkin' about this life of mine All of my troubles All my good times Gift of gab verse please check It's a banger it's a banger It's a banger it's a banger It's a banger it's a banger It's a banger G verse Break it off, break it up, break it out Shout it out mountain tops got me Climbin' as I'm striving, I'm thriving as I'm vibing And I'm riding high, I'm surviving as I'm rhyming And I'm loving life fiend Can't be satisfied well that s**s but it keeps me trying I've been in love, in hate Yeah, I had a little taste of everything If life was a buffet, if, go back for seconds But you just get one plate before you fly away Check it My daddy always told me to be purposeful Never lose a minute, never waste a second My momma told me to be careful, wrap it up Don't be too wild child But I'm a wild child, wild style ride till I die style Endless like the skyline horizon I'm rising special sauce long lasting lover True blue to my friends till the end Always on it, always under cover Blue eyed brother, white as Mr. Drummond Come a long way strumming. running Gunning a style kid Philly stairwell harping Lightening blues like space echo Burning night life living life like a gecko Live every moment like got nothing to lose Drank champagne and I drank tears Loving life 'cause I'm lovin' and livin' I'm real