[Verse:]
Ransom:
All these rap niggas just sending threats
Got a nose for the money and scent of death
Red and Meth
Couldn't get as high when I spent a check
Big bills put a brother on like Belichick
Last second left on the goal line
Labels never thought I was a gold mine
Landed with the pen with a gold mind
How your thoughts made of gold but you don't shine
I'm a champ, got the belt on my waist
Leave em damp
You could tell on my ace
You can tell in my face
I been to hell with no trail of a snake
I been to jail with no bail on my case
Closed curtain
The flow cursed em
The most certain to go Kirkland
Two hands and they both hurting
I choke serpents. I'm soul searching
A cold merchant
My food for thought is for those thirstin'
Jon Connor:
In this mind it ain't no finish line
Finish my business before I finish my sentence
I kill it. Even the witness cryin'
They feel each minute diminished
So fuck the critics
I wanna go down as one of the greatest who ever did it
Eva did what? Tell the whole truth in this booth
I'm a Flint nigga so all that ho shit don't compute
Send shots at me with words, I'm bulletproof
I'm from where niggas go to war over words and then they shoot. Fuck it and then they shoot, shoot, then shoot again
If the homies don't hold em down say hello to they lil friend
And they load up the forty four, stick a fork in your lil friend
Consequnces when niggas living la vida loca pretend
I hate niggas, snake niggas, fake niggas
Them sweet niggas, cake niggas, wait niggas
I'm my whole different breed like David, Kanye and Bree
The Fly City's on, y'all know' the pedigree
Ransom:
All these rap niggas just sending threats
Got a nose for the money and scent of death
Red and Meth
Couldn't get as high when I spent a check
Big bills put a brother on like Belichick
Last second left on the goal line
Labels never thought I was a gold mine
Landed with the pen with a gold mind
How your thoughts made of gold but you don't shine
I'm a champ, got the belt on my waist
Leave em damp
You could tell on my ace
You can tell in my face
I been to hell with no trail of a snake
I been to jail with no bail on my case
Closed curtain
The flow cursed em
The most certain to go Kirkland
Two hands and they both hurting
I choke serpents. I'm soul searching
A cold merchant
My food for thought is for those thirstin'
Jon Connor:
In this mind it ain't no finish line
Finish my business before I finish my sentence
I kill it. Even the witness cryin'
They feel each minute diminished
So fuck the critics
I wanna go down as one of the greatest who ever did it
Eva did what? Tell the whole truth in this booth
I'm a Flint nigga so all that ho shit don't compute
Send shots at me with words, I'm bulletproof
I'm from where niggas go to war over words and then they shoot. Fuck it and then they shoot, shoot, then shoot again
If the homies don't hold em down say hello to they lil friend
And they load up the forty four, stick a fork in your lil friend
Consequnces when niggas living la vida loca pretend
I hate niggas, snake niggas, fake niggas
Them sweet niggas, cake niggas, wait niggas
I'm my whole different breed like David, Kanye and Bree
The Fly City's on, y'all know' the pedigree
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