[Verse 1: Ransom]
All aboard on this twisted and crooked journey, I'm cookin' early
Food for thought, a lot is at stake, and now they all lookin' worried
I shook the jury with a hook and flurry
I ran thirty 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 shit, 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 nigga 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 shit)
With all this power, it's a risky bidness
Your darkest hour's only sixty minutes
So I keep my family and guns closer, got one holster
If I had a boy I would strap it 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 fifty show (Bla-ouw!)
My mama said I'm a hell raiser
A pure shooter like Dame Lillard, a Trailblazer
[Chorus: Eto]
He in the wrong business, thinkin' he powerful
But he won't know his strength in the place until he walks in it
When you on top, certain shit off limits
(Niggas 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
[Verse 2: Ransom]
Yeah, let's try to get to this plot quicker
You not sicker, I'll cross you niggas like swastikas (Yeah)
You not killers, you petty dealers and shoplifters
Hardest thing to be in this world is somethin' you not, nigga (Facts)
Gotta be brutally honest just to get through to ya
I dance with the reaper and did a mambo with Lucifer
It 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 Mars, Saturn and Jupiter
I'm fresher than cilantro, fresh lime with arugula
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 façade, life is a gamble but you don't know the odds
Nah, my father said I'm a hell raiser
Melo with the shot from the corner, a true Trailblazer
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