[Verse 1: Ransom]
For the dumb, deaf and blind, come and touch braille
Here's a little motivation for your rough trails
Enough tales 'bout them drug sales
I'm from the school of hard knocks, nigga, fuck Yale
Wipe the prints, then I'm out, nigga, fuck jail
'Cause I'll be here to hold 'em down when your bluff fails
Rack of lamb, rosemary and some cut kale
Weigh the blow on a jet, now we upscale
I'm bound to win, 'cause those who counting on me is now counting me out
But if we counting the money, my nigga, then count me in
Know your worth, we all can't be the sun of the earth
A hard pill to swallow, and all you want is the perks
Here it is, life imitating art
We used to watch Scarface, now we play the parts
Say hello to the bad guy
Mr Miyagi with them sticks if he act fly
I'm that live, two K's get 'em baptized
'Cause black lives only matter when the cash high, is that right?
This a masterpiece
There's No Limit 'til there's nothing left in the tank
That's word to Master P
You shouldn't clash with me
'Cause no spirit don't respect the death in your ranks
Them niggas half asleep, yeah
I'm half poet, half preacher
A street chemist with a glass beaker, I'm that ether, huh
Usain Bolt with a fast sneaker
Dr. Dre with his last speaker, the black reaper, ahh
I praise God 'cause I plays hard
They use gimmicks in they music to enslave y'all
I don't put my faith in nothing I can't pray for
The richest place on this planet is the graveyard
I hope these fakes understand that I'm the savior
And if you slaves understand it, take your chains off, yeah
For the dumb, deaf and blind, come and touch braille
Here's a little motivation for your rough trails
Enough tales 'bout them drug sales
I'm from the school of hard knocks, nigga, fuck Yale
Wipe the prints, then I'm out, nigga, fuck jail
'Cause I'll be here to hold 'em down when your bluff fails
Rack of lamb, rosemary and some cut kale
Weigh the blow on a jet, now we upscale
I'm bound to win, 'cause those who counting on me is now counting me out
But if we counting the money, my nigga, then count me in
Know your worth, we all can't be the sun of the earth
A hard pill to swallow, and all you want is the perks
Here it is, life imitating art
We used to watch Scarface, now we play the parts
Say hello to the bad guy
Mr Miyagi with them sticks if he act fly
I'm that live, two K's get 'em baptized
'Cause black lives only matter when the cash high, is that right?
This a masterpiece
There's No Limit 'til there's nothing left in the tank
That's word to Master P
You shouldn't clash with me
'Cause no spirit don't respect the death in your ranks
Them niggas half asleep, yeah
I'm half poet, half preacher
A street chemist with a glass beaker, I'm that ether, huh
Usain Bolt with a fast sneaker
Dr. Dre with his last speaker, the black reaper, ahh
I praise God 'cause I plays hard
They use gimmicks in they music to enslave y'all
I don't put my faith in nothing I can't pray for
The richest place on this planet is the graveyard
I hope these fakes understand that I'm the savior
And if you slaves understand it, take your chains off, yeah
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