Life of Sin Ransom & Statik Selektah

[Verse 1]
Waking up in a cold sweat, thinkin about my bro’s death
I’m so stressed, I’m tryna do right but always go left
Supposed death was callin for me
Lurkin around blocks and corners for me
Pain before the glory
I can tell this sort of story, nigga I came from it
I got my name from it, I ain’t ashamed of it
Livin on these hard streets so you know how my heart beats
The scars deep, I lost sleep, having dreams that I squashed beef
From far east, from livin well
It broke my mother’s heart – I had to sit in jail
Prayin that I get some mail, waitin for my ship to sail
I found out niggas pray for yo shit to fail
That’s why you quick to tell
Me, I’m on a different scale
If you blind then you put your fingertips to braille
Hammers hit the nails, nails close the coffin on em
Man I tripped and fell, clientele’s coughin on em
That’s the ghetto nigga

[Hook]
I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
But I’m steady seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it
And since my life is based on sinning I’m hell bound
And all of this to me is a mystery
I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
But I’m steady seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it
(Rest In Peace, Rest In Peace)