Download Lagu Nicholas Craven - Ransom - Final Destination (Prod. Nicholas Craven)

Lirik Ransom - Final Destination (Prod. Nicholas Craven)

We cracked the code on the Matrix
It's time to face it we
Striving with no budgets
They want our masters, they tryna buy it
They won't budge us (Nah)
I hit the charts but the
Major bloggers they won't covet
Thanks to Rory, Parks and Mal
I'm a giant that Joe judges (woo)
Huh, they gon' defy us and so what us
(What?) but if this carries on we
Gon' riot for four summers (yeah)
Business is a joy when you figure
Out what your stocks worth
Tryna find who you are
Just eliminate who you not first (Real shit)
My life is better but the block's worse
(Okay) so Rest in Peace Shah
'causе seeing you laying up
In that box hurts (RIP)
How could we ever think wе not cursed
Baby mother pregnant during a SWAT search
We just lucky she got birth
Speaking of my daughter
(daughter) , the older she gets it's harder
To keep her from the aura (Uh, huh)
It's deeper than the Torah

When I told you I think it's
Time that we split ways (Pain)
Then I told you I grinded
Just like a sick slave
Tryna get these bricks shaved (Remember?)
Yeah, that's two thousand and six
Way back when Stacks
Had the two tone Boxster with big plates
Switch dates now we in the present (We here)
I told you your darkest hour
Is only sixty minutes (Okay)
You thought that I was finished (Never)
A span of twenty years been in this business
(Uh, huh) i gave you all the real
That's because I am the realest

It's been a couple of years
But my whole career
I been telling y'all what this game 'bout
Niggas act like it's fourth and some
Inches and pull they chains out (Ha)
Haters gon' talk
Let me simplify and explain doubt
Niggas'll beg you first then'll bite yo'
Ass with the same mouth (Facts)
D'Angelo stuck on that stained couch
Barksdale 'cause every bar's real
Y'all niggas drown up in a 'caine drought
I'm like the Irishman before he paint house
Get lost like Hoffa
The young Sinatra sending shooters
To your casa (yeah)
Maneuver like a mobster (Mobster)
Grand Marnier cuvee
The grouper with the lobster
Little hookah with the vodka (Muah)
Pristine judge of character
I see through your grins
I got love for a lot of
Folks I'll never speak to again (Uh, huh)
Sometimes your friends'll hate for
Seeing you win
Bullets'll squeeze in your brim
Your soul'll flutter like a leaf in the wind

When I told you I think it's
Time that we split ways (Pain)
Then I told you I grinded
Just like a sick slave
Tryna get these bricks shaved (Remember?)
Yeah, that's two thousand and six
Way back when Stacks
Had the two tone Boxster with big plates
Switch dates now we in the present (We here)
I told you your darkest hour
Is only sixty minutes (Okay)
You thought that I was finished (Never)
A span of twenty years been in this business
(Uh, huh) i gave you all the real
That's because I am the realest