[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
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
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