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”