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S.W.A.G.
03:22
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I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA
Past, present, future niggas gone see today
I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA
Keep bad bitches, models, side pieces, anyway
I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA
Past, present, future niggas gone see today
I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA
Another episode when I wreck it though, this one’s for the road, anyway
Smoke one light up, from the city with the double cups
Sitting sideways with a crooked flow, where the music slowed screwed up
So you know what’s up when I do this, off hand so fluent
Going dumb again, for you to understand even smart niggas get stupid
Oooh, hold up got damn homie
Milie rock, might dab on them,
If it’s out the box then it’s brand new, past shit in my rear view
All the nonsense that I came across, time I cut it off real simple
Surface pro, rekindled crash shit like cymbals
I got swag all in my DNA and it’s here to stay, never came to play
Attitude so confident, that I humble it just anyway
Until this day, I never been afraid cause it’s in my soul I can’t fake a thang
In my own lane swerving, tight as hell like virgins
And that’s everyday so I can’t complain, see I can’t complain
Cause I’m nice with it, off the run I’ll never fumble, that’s a P.S.A
With these jaded dreams I’m willing got my head all in these ceilings
As I ride around with no ceiling, numb as fuck, fuck feelings
I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA
Past, present, future niggas gone see today
I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA
Keep bad bitches, models, side pieces, anyway
I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA
Past, present, future niggas gone see today
I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA
Another episode when I wreck it though, this one’s for the road, anyway
It’s hard to knock when you got proof,
Married to the game when I said I do, on my Ray Charles, make it do what it do
Bad bitches might winnie the pooh, B.I.G want you give me the loot
Yeah it’s hard to stomach when I vomit words, with a style shit you ain’t never heard
Can’t block my shine and they know this shit,
Too much drive, ford focused bitch
Old shit always get broke in
Hard to change when it don’t make sense
Currently in a situation, money talk only big faces
Benjamins, make them Franklins, leave the Washingtons in their own places
Love and hate keeps a thin line, royalty in my bloodline
Hit the grind when it’s lunch time, and that’s all the time, cause it’s lunch time
Damn, I might milie rock, then dab on them,
Out the box then it’s brand new, keep past shit in my rear view
I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA
Past, present, future niggas gone see today
I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA
Keep bad bitches, models, side pieces, anyway
I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA
Past, present, future niggas gone see today
I got swag all in my DNA, swag all in my DNA
Another episode when I wreck it though, this one’s for the road, anyway
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2. |
Wipe It Off
02:59
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Stepping in the place like I’m owning it, start to the VIP cause I’m hosting it
Bottle after bottle we be ordering, I got my feet up on the couch and the audmen
It’s like cool, lounged for a little bit now it’s time to really act a fool
True, can’t nawl nother here do the shit like I do
And that’s real talk, when I walk with the sauce, get lost in the flavor
Save it now or later, never been a waiter, say the best brands only come with no label
There’s a will and an able, see but I’m willing and I’m able
Paint pictures like Picasso, nosey than a nostril really say a lot about haters
Still really doing me, twenty-four seven days every single week
Got a shine with the flow, so the mop always glow when I travel just to ball with no referee
Please give me my fouls, motherfuckers been hacking my style
See the sound is vile, I been running for miles fuck why, just add a few vowels
Heard you talking that nonsense, it’s so stupid
Remote control that volume noise gets muted
Y’all judging bitching like Judy, keep a bad broad she’s cutie
In a shady zone, so much shade is thrown, I got my shades on to see through it, like
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Please, you’ll never meet a nigga like me
One of kind like an antidote, it’s hard to wing them off me
In my landing gear, I’m making fashion statement on the runway, in my own way
It’s only one direction when we talking bands and that’s way up, counting blessings
From the bottom I started while y’all fade away, paid my own dues just to make a way
First class fly never dressing plain, so the drive is carry on every single day
And that’s Ricky Bobby, shake and bake
Justin Bieber, Timberlake
See they’re both the same but we ain’t the same, you can cry a river, no Ricki Lake, like
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Wipe it off, wipe it off
Hear you talking that nonsense, it’s so stupid
Remote control that volume noise gets muted
Y’all judging bitching like Judy, keep a bad broad she’s cutie
In a shady zone, so much shade is thrown, I got my shades on to see through it, like
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Dirty Secrets
04:09
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Let me tell you about these secrets of mine
Can I tell you about these secrets of mine
If I shared these little secrets of mine
Can you keep these little secrets of mine
Let me tell you about these secrets of mine
Can I tell you about these secrets of mine
Gotta really be discreet sometimes
Well here’s a little secret of mine
This was just a year ago, I’ll take you back in history
A lots been going on, but it’s time I jog my memory
Between me and you, will these secrets you forever keep
About to tell a few, I just hope you listen carefully
Rapper for a dude but that nigga wasn’t cold as me
Lied about her where about, never where she supposed to be
Body of a model man, something like a soda be
Never made a song but a nigga stayed recording she
Voice with an accent making sounds like apostrophe
It is what it is like Jagged Edges it gotta be
These mutual feelings, like opened windows we aired them out
Moral of the story is, that’s enough I’m out
Let me tell you about these secrets of mine
Can I tell you about these secrets of mine
If I shared these little secrets of mine
Can you keep these little secrets of mine
Let me tell you about these secrets of mine
Can I tell you about these secrets of mine
Gotta really be discreet sometimes
Well here’s a little secret of mine
These views and the clues, I know you’re starting to wonder
It got your mind in the gutter, you’re plundering in the corner
Just a month ago, I’m chilling at the corner store vibing
It was perfect the time, from the vehicle eyeing
At this pretty thangs, sliding off her wedding ring crying
Said she’s sick of the trying and the cheating and lying
Oops another man’s treasure so I slide right in
Couple jokes and some laughs then the number locked in
You know just how it goes, playing the role, acting senile
She threw the ball high enough for me to rebound
Loved all the strings just didn’t want them attached
Threw a nigga like a yo-yo but I came right back, damn
Let me tell you about these secrets of mine
Can I tell you about these secrets of mine
If I shared these little secrets of mine
Can you keep these little secrets of mine
Let me tell you about these secrets of mine
Can I tell you about these secrets of mine
Gotta really be discreet sometimes
Well here’s a little secret of mine
Just a couple days ago, I hate to say it but it’s so
Beautiful the booty be, but fuck it then cause here we go
Back seat studio, crank it up the stereo
A/C blasting while we fogging up the mirrors more
Slowing the time be ticking, never do eyes witness
It’s science and all physics, this story ain’t all fiction
Or is it, cause if it’s true then I might be missing
A couple of days later, I’m really ain’t fucking wit’cha
Well cool, things ain’t really what they suppose to be
Placed her hand on the hood, just where it suppose to be
Outside stepping in the twilight zone
This is our little secret but we can’t take home
Lights out like they’re supposed to be
Bunch bad bitches keep them close to me
Lying to your friends talking about you’re really over me
Moral of the story is, these secrets you’ll forever keep
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4. |
Random Thoughts
03:19
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It’s Bank,
Singular Not plural
That’s my tagline nigga
Yeah
I went from having nothing turning into something nice
Who would have thought, I would be the one rocking the mic
Said it’s all a dream now my dream is booking me flights
Ironic that it seems when the scenery bring it to life
Picture perfect every episode, scrolling through my camera
Oh shit what are those
Quick delete it, before somebody might see it
Add it to my snapchat for the story this evening
Losing my way, but never losing my cool
Rules are meant to be broken, like every record I do
But as the time pass, through the hourglass of the bullshit
Doubled up my XP, right trigger pulled it
When duties calls, I’m on the PS like it’s recess
Believe it, it’s needed it, just know my clan is really undefeated
I can’t be humble and brag, so I humbly brag
Then be like fuck y’all, kiss my ass
Random thoughts, like these lamborghini angels
Suicide doors turn my car into an angel
Body every line, break a leg, fuck an ankle
Vision every angle, man
Random thoughts, is like these lamborghini angels
Suicide doors turn my car into an angel
Body every line, break a leg, fuck an ankle
Vision every angle
I’m just say though, is it really all a dream
A whole lot of life keeps an if up in between
Why ask why, shit ain’t really what it seem
Time to regain and focus, it’s leaving us the major key
Man, it’s hard to break these records though
Trying to push these records, for the day I’ll drive a Bentley home
Got my own style, no hands but you can feel it though
Attending life like it’s class, here’s a student loan
At a kickback, something you can kick back
Light up, blaze it, pass it when you hit that
Scratch that, omit that, let me take a step back
This from me to you, when you’re renting you don’t own that
Damn, I’m often stuck in my ways, this tends to get in my way
I’m going through it in phase
Pop this bottle of Kas’tell, lock myself in the room
Throw another beat on and character this car tune, like
Random thoughts, like these lamborghini angels
Suicide doors turn my car into an angel
Body every line, break a leg, fuck an ankle
Vision every angle, man
Random thoughts, is like these lamborghini angels
Suicide doors turn my car into an angel
Body every line, break a leg, fuck an ankle
Vision every angle
They don’t love you until you’re dead and gone
They don’t love you until you’re dead and gone
They don’t love you until you’re dead and gone
If wrong please just say I’m wrong, man
They don’t love you until you’re dead and gone
They don’t love you until you’re dead and gone
They don’t love you until you’re dead and gone
If wrong please just say I’m wrong
Random thoughts, like these lamborghini angels
Suicide doors turn my car into an angel
Body every line, break a leg, fuck an ankle
Vision every angle, man
Random thoughts, is like these lamborghini angels
Suicide doors turn my car into an angel
Body every line, break a leg, fuck an ankle
Vision every angle
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Bended Knee
04:01
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This public service announcement is brought to you by
The goodfella Byron Bank at Breakin’ Bank Records
You're crazy it is for you to kneel for the national anthem
They can’t phantom the way you feel, with your hands behind the wheel
Quick to fire from the steel, but only get a suspense
Then back upon the streets, with a slap on the wrist
It’s unfair to be judged, and categorized a nigga or thug
No matter what your skin color is, they don’t give a fuck
They burning tiki torches yet America, it’s okay
All this one sided shit is bluntly in our face
It’s a low down dirty shame, when nobody feels your pain
Won’t acknowledge there’s a difference, everybody ain’t the same
Something wrong with these days, these nights are getting hanged
It’s really injustice, we all look the other way
What more can I say through this beautiful music
Lace them up like Nikes and really go and just do it
Everyday I sit and wonder will this happen to me
Thank the Lord everyday and I be
I’m taking a knee like Kapernick
Say what you want, don’t give a shit
Taking a stand, it’s really part of the plan
And all this prejudiced shit, it makes me sick
Hate it or love it, I be the voice for the people
United we stand but still divided by people
The house and the senate, republicans and some democrats
These segregated sections, now you see it, it’s all facts
Pardon me for speaking the truth,
But do you have any Grey Poupon to really go with this noose
Forget my freedom of speech, my volume change it to mute
Never heard a word I said, only what I would do
That’s ridiculous, you know it is too
But if you don’t then it’s fine, please pay me no mine
I got no time to debate, I’m just moving along
If it’s right then it’s right but if it’s wrong then it’s wrong
See the problem is, nobody listens
Only leans a deaf ear but don’t hear the difference
Everyday I sit and wonder will this happen to me
Thank the Lord everyday and I be
I’m taking a knee like Kapernick
Say what you want, don’t give a shit
Taking a stand, it’s really part of the plan
And all this prejudiced shit, it makes me sick
There’s a disconnect, call it disrespect
Blame it on the flag, that’s that simple shit
Call me ignorant, that’s a hit or miss
I’m going dumb but smart nigga don’t fear your shit
There’s a disconnect, call it disrespect
Blame it on the flag, yeah that’s that simple shit
Call me ignorant, please that’s a hit or miss
I’m going dumb but smart nigga don’t fear your shit
Wise enough to know, that everywhere I go
Things never change, through this little microscope
Often I just try to cope in this world without a coat
But these cold winter seems to carry over to summer
What more can I say through this beautiful music
Lace them up like Nikes and really go and just do it
Everyday I sit and wonder will this happen to me
Thank the Lord everyday and I be
I’m taking a knee like Kapernick
Say what you want, don’t give a shit
Taking a stand, it’s really part of the plan
And all this prejudiced shit, it makes me sick
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Byron Bank Houston, Texas
Byron Bank is the kind of Hip-Hop artist that understands the meaning of tenacity and hard work. A Houstonian at heart, Bank has always aspired to make his mark not only local but aspires to be globally known.
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