Higher Killer Ransom, Conway the Machine & V Don (Ft. Lloyd Banks)

[Verse 1: Ransom]
I dread that it had to come to this (Why?)
I never wanted this, police told my mom that her son is sick
So come equipped and try to downplay me 'cause of my age
Never shrug off a old man from a place where they dyin' young as shit
What that lil nigga screamin' about? (What?) Callin' his gun a stick
Or drum, it’s like a hundred clip, what they call havin’ fun? It’s lit
You spun a bit but, that's so tiny, here go another tip (Damn)
Since when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of lip?
Shit, I ramble when I get aggravated
Agitated, screw up your databases, I'm that abrasive
Look, what if Goliath hopped on the back of David?
Affidavits, climb out that chaos, just hope thе ladder makes it
Listen, thеre's no amenities in a cell
You can never pray for a Heaven when meant to be in a Hell
I ain't lettin' them haters in 'cause my energy has been swell
If you friendly with everybody, you're an enemy to yourself, well

[Chorus: Ransom & Conway the Machine]
Niggas love when that drama start but could barely handle the finish
Clap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on their business
You a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right? (Right?)
Most niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights
Last place niggas could never stand with the winners (Winners)
Load the vans, in the Sprinter (Sprinter)
Let's go stand on some business (Stand on your business)
(Yeah, look)