[Intro: Candyman]
"I am the writing on the wall, the whispers in the classroom. Without these things, I am nothing
So now, I must shed innocent blood
Come with me, be my victim."
[Verse: Ransom]
I’m bringing the sound of pain through your airpods, it pounds your brain if your ear’s clogged
The threats of all these devils won’t sound the same when you hear God
Talks of these fashion moguls, don’t sound the same when you wear scars
When it’s your time to eat, got to pound the table like "where’s ours?"
Protect your dreams or get your prayers robbеd
Yeah, you’re in my lane and that’s a clеar charge
Prepare hard, before Nick was wilding out, y’all was finding out
What I’m about, the G’s always silent, I go the Giannis route
Define your clout, designer outfits or designing houses
Finding spouses, sipping Domaine Leflaive on reclining couches
I can vouch this, went from spiteful menace to nights in Venice
Flight was endless, listen to Michael, Prince, and the likes of Hendrix
Life’s tremendous, there’s no regrets, there’s only lessons learned
Reign in Heaven, burn in Hell, that’s how your death is earned
("Be my victim!")
I wish Obama got an extra term
The next election, that’s the next concern
Yeah, a guilty nigga’s always first to bargain
He pissed his trousers when he heard the sergeants
Two bricks of powder wasn’t worth the charges, up in the worst apartments
Cooking, take a couple steps back, wait for that work to harden
Hearse done got him, man I pray that they don’t search the garden
My auntie’s claiming that the church has robbed 'em
Damn, a violent felon that was cursed with stardom
Screaming, “life’s a bitch”, so fuck the world, that’s how you birth the problem
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