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All aboard on this crooked and twisted journey, I'm cookin' early Food for thought, a lot is at stake, now they lookin' worthy I shook the jury with a hook and flurry Ran 30 in his chest with the falcon, got all these rookies girly My look is surly, full beard with the greys in it You stay timid, Mount Rushmore of rap and my face in it (Facts) I straight clinic, I'm surgical with the sh*t, Jake A sick ape, I pound on my chest 'til all of my ribs break It's Ransom, remember that name, trust me, you lames lucky Stab a n*gga over the TV, make sure the blade's rusty (Ahh) Life is clean but the grave's dusty I'm cleanin' house usin' all of my muscle, guess I was made husky I refuse to let this pain crush me I brainstorm in the booth and cry when the rain touch me (Real sh*t) With all this power, it's a risky business Your darkest hour's only 60 minutes So I keep my family and guns closer, got one holster If I had a boy I would strap over my son's shoulder (Yeah, war ready) Now that's what I call a young soldier Raise the heat, too hot on these streets, I let the sun roast ya Kill me, nah that's tricky hoe, too risky bro Thinkin' you got "Power" for life until that 50 show (Bla-ouw!) My mama said I'm a hell raiser A pure shooter like Dame Lillard, a true trailblazer He in the wrong business, thinkin' he powerful He won't know his strength in the place until he walks in it When you on top, certain sh*t off limits (n*ggas lost privilege) stainless got the gloss finish Mama said I'ma meet my match Pops smokin' stones, home is where I leave my hat Ain't gotta put me in top 5s 'Cause I'll be good cookin' Popeye's Yeah, let's try to get to this plot thicker You not sicker, I'll cross you n*ggas like swastikas (Yeah) You not killers, you petty dealers and shoplifters Hardest thing to be in this world is somethin' you not, n*gga (Facts) Gotta be brutally honest just to get through to ya I dance with the reaper and did a mambo with Lucifer Has to be more to this life than models and hookah, bruh You lack balls dog, I don't think that motto is new to ya I prove to ya, my level is more Saturn than Jupiter I'm fresher than Soltero, fresh lime with a ruglar Yeah, I'm ramblin', might be losin ya (Come on) But it might be too damagin' tellin' truth to ya (Let's go) I'm dark horror like Tony Todd to phony frauds No facade, life is a gamble but you don't know the odds Nah, my father said I'm a hell raiser Melo with the shoot from the corner, a true trailblazer
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