Gluttony

[Intro: Dante] Praise God Why would you doubt the Church? I belong here in Hell Your prayers are worthless here What is that sound? More demons? [Verse 1: Ransom] Always been vicious, never hired shooters Fire Rugers, violent bruisers Known to start riots and then incite the looters Make sly maneuvers when you slide in Ubers, high abusers Life is easy when your top's down and you know you're dyin' ruthless Apply the blueprint if you steal the streets, don't feel reliеf I know, it's hard to get up for work when you sleep in silky sheets It's 'bout time, thеre's always an opinion when niggas doubt mine I shoot perfect from three, and they'll say you miss from the foul line I get sick with these foul lines The shotty erase ya thoughts and blow out minds Your body get traced in chalk when it's outlined, huh Whether you hate or love us, pray the judges take our brothers Fools'll learn from mistakes, a genius learn from mistakes of others Devastation, every phrase I utter shakes the gutter Said to Satan, "Wait for supper Whoever don't get a plate will suffer" Hateful suckers, I am too cerebral for you foolish people Too deceitful, a money tree can only leave roots of evil (Uh) [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Time to kick down the door again, clear the city for slaughterin' Awful town, nigga caught up in Not on ya side, you ordered in I done went overboard with sin You playin' games, think 'fore you slip that quarter in Ain't no pain like the family kickin' ya organs in Palace to raise my daughters in Watch ya step for the screws I'm missin' Cruel conditions, few collisions Spinnin' blocks for superstition Jake popped out, the coupe went missin' Veteran, these fuckin' babies need supervision I don't know what's worse now, the bullets or fuel prescriptions Wannabes wanna confuse tradition, new cool sleeves, baguette'd legend A masterpiece is a one day errand, .223s and 187s Blew through G's, that bread's a weapon Snooze through beef, your bed's in Heaven Rule with peace, they'll double cross you Few loose teeth a better present Accurate stories don't take convincin', liars can't back and forth me Back in Causley, you ain't seen nothin' Hood taught us that since shorties Back up off me, Gucci in traffic One of you bastards saw me, platinum 40 Twenty years later, lookin' for caskets, call me [Outro: Dante] Forgive me for all of my wicked sins