[Verse: Ransom]
Look how We made it nigga
Amazing liquor mixed with Asian dinners
Famous spitters , 'member the losers always gon' blame the winners , heinous sinners
Working for nothing made you bitter look the boss will never
Pay you enough to be his neighbor nigga
Same agenda , that brother soft , what's his name and gender
Lame intender , insane offender injure your main contender
Scared for nothing , some niggas never really shared nothing
Here cousin , bags on the scale just hit the tare button
Tears coming hurt niggas head on the tears but in
Tear something , buck fifty a nigga , that's ear to ear cutting
Air something , shoot up the venue , got all your peers ducking
Fear nothing , bitch ass niggas got all these queers blushing
I smell your fear throughout the hemisphere
I pillage your village , save all the women and children
Make sure no men is spared , that stench is where the bullet sent
You there, we all live in this hell , so don't you get this shit twisted
Cause we got central air , everybody is depressed in need some of mental care
But never been in prison when someone you love sent you there
Yeah , god bless the brave stranger, displayed anger
Buried you six feet and you still in grave danger
[Verse: Flee Lord]
My hood a max prison, with crack pitchin' and the gat spittin'
Whole family livin' off of black women
It's a fact you spat fishin' I sit back relax twistin'
If it ain't a V12 my niggas laugh at that engine (Uh)
Used to microwave an eighth but now I like to play it safe
My lordie eat with a razor like he writin' on your face
Prayin' sheddin' tears, my mommas heaven near
Old flicks of the clique and them niggas never there
Flee and Ran' tappin' in see fam have to win
We the grand champions in the van packed with Jim's
All this guest-starrin', pull up in the best foreign
With a childhood friend that's dodgin' all the fed warrants
Lord Mobb Flee I'm enjoying the works
I blow the sour in the sky for all my lords in the dirt
Yo, I blow the sour in the sky for all my lords in the dirt
Look how We made it nigga
Amazing liquor mixed with Asian dinners
Famous spitters , 'member the losers always gon' blame the winners , heinous sinners
Working for nothing made you bitter look the boss will never
Pay you enough to be his neighbor nigga
Same agenda , that brother soft , what's his name and gender
Lame intender , insane offender injure your main contender
Scared for nothing , some niggas never really shared nothing
Here cousin , bags on the scale just hit the tare button
Tears coming hurt niggas head on the tears but in
Tear something , buck fifty a nigga , that's ear to ear cutting
Air something , shoot up the venue , got all your peers ducking
Fear nothing , bitch ass niggas got all these queers blushing
I smell your fear throughout the hemisphere
I pillage your village , save all the women and children
Make sure no men is spared , that stench is where the bullet sent
You there, we all live in this hell , so don't you get this shit twisted
Cause we got central air , everybody is depressed in need some of mental care
But never been in prison when someone you love sent you there
Yeah , god bless the brave stranger, displayed anger
Buried you six feet and you still in grave danger
[Verse: Flee Lord]
My hood a max prison, with crack pitchin' and the gat spittin'
Whole family livin' off of black women
It's a fact you spat fishin' I sit back relax twistin'
If it ain't a V12 my niggas laugh at that engine (Uh)
Used to microwave an eighth but now I like to play it safe
My lordie eat with a razor like he writin' on your face
Prayin' sheddin' tears, my mommas heaven near
Old flicks of the clique and them niggas never there
Flee and Ran' tappin' in see fam have to win
We the grand champions in the van packed with Jim's
All this guest-starrin', pull up in the best foreign
With a childhood friend that's dodgin' all the fed warrants
Lord Mobb Flee I'm enjoying the works
I blow the sour in the sky for all my lords in the dirt
Yo, I blow the sour in the sky for all my lords in the dirt
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