Blackwater

[Intro: Ransom] Let me talk to you real quick, homeboy [Verse 1: Ransom] I’ve been the realest nigga since day 1 I’m A1 since I was 12 hitting licks with a fake gun They made fun, I broke out the chains while watching you slaves run It hurts being a slave, but it’s worse you’re willing to stay one We made crumbs living the life of anguish that’s type of dangerous With knife and bangers, that’s my type of language If I shoot you, then I might be brainless But if you shoot me, well, then there’ll be hits on your family and then your wifе is brainless Wipe the stainlеss off, niggas ain’t the cloth that I came across I’ll stop you dead in your tracks and blow out your train of thought You ain’t a boss, you’re still afraid of loss, pay the cost The winner shouldn’t lose, turn around, and think it’s the hater’s fault I stashed a half an M in the safest vault for a late assault Bodies in the freezer, I leave you before your face defrosts Too late to floss if you blow the budget, cold and rugged Hard for you to catch you a break, you’re too busy holding grudges [Hook: Ransom] They changed the game, we was dominating Now they want us to accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum, now his momma praying Got to slay him, celebrate his life, yeah, we holiday him Not for playing, we put in the work, what’s your occupation? They changed the game, we was dominating Now they want us to accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum, now his momma praying Got to slay him, celebrate his life, yeah, we holiday him Not for playing, we put in the work, what’s your occupation? [Verse 2: Rome Streez] Yo, ayo Street pharmacist, I got narcotic combination For the patient in my palm is with it, place the paper payment Fakes trying to duplicate the cadence But what I do is greatness, voodoo is what I drew on the loose-leaf paper You dudes just doodoo and don’t do nothing creative Every verse you heard from me, the beat I cremated The third lick that I hit, the grip was a 380 Had four bullets in the clip and a weak safety Got low for the week then I’m back on the streets gravy Do what I got to do to eat and pay me Cold-hearted, I show you the heat in HD like Michael Mann Plenty nights, I got my pockets right off a trifle scam Understand, the money don’t always go to the rightful hands Sometimes it goes to who’s holding the rifle to your vital glands The title stands right to my mantelpiece with a couple heads Bloody chains, crushed microphone and a ton of death [Hook: Ransom] They changed the game, we was dominating Now they want us to accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum, now his momma praying Got to slay him, celebrate his life, yeah, we holiday him Not for playing, we put in the work, what’s your occupation? They changed the game, we was dominating Now they want us to accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum, now his momma praying Got to slay him, celebrate his life, yeah, we holiday him Not for playing, we put in the work, what’s your occupation? [Outro:D-Styles] “From the south to the west to the east to the north” “We came to dominate” “From the south to the west to the east to the north” “Dominate” “From the south to the west to the east to the north” “Dominate”, “dominate” “From the south to the west to the east to the north, come on” “We came to dominate” “From the south” “south” “To the west”, “west” “To the east”, “east” “To the north”, “to the north”, “dominate” “From the south”, “south” “To the west”, “west” “To the east”, “we “To the north”, “to the north, come on”