[Verse 1: Ransom]
Turn your back and they'll shove a knife in your ribs
A father raisin' a gun while his son is fightin' a bid
Ironic, 'cause he ain't really have nothin' nicer to give
You live the life that you love, then you'll love the life that you live
So what's the price if you did love life, but can't afford a club night
With champagne taste? Money is Bud Light
You tellin' me to be negative, that's your blood type
It's hard to sleep in a bed you made when the bugs bite
I'm sleepwalkin', I come outside when the streets darkеn
Try not to oblige when you hear greed talkin'
I'm Frank Whitе, it's no plea bargain
King of my city, I'ma serve every damn fiend that I see walkin'
Don't be threatened, I teach lessons
Don't call me king, 'cause every king suffered a beheadin'
It's seven deadly sins, better preach, reverend
I sever limbs with this sweet weapon, you better keep steppin'
I'm takin' off, I'll see you all soon
What's a mogul without his money? A soldier without his war wounds
I'm hieroglyphics in a lost tomb
These are the facts, if you the richest in here, then you in the wrong room
Shuckin' and jivin' get you called coon
Yeah, we all goons, you a cartoon
You play a shark? Cool, I can get you harpooned
I talk to 'em like Malcolm under a dark moon, harsh tunes
You want the smoke? I got all fumes
Yeah, a sharp broom like what God use
In too deep, no time to argue when your skin is a dark hue
Little man got his heart bruised and I'm John Q
Had to breeze when them arms drew, yeah
Known to squeeze like a mongoose, alarm you
Indeed for this greed, niggas harm you
Think it's time that you leave, don't believe but I warned you, it's on you (Uh)
Turn your back and they'll shove a knife in your ribs
A father raisin' a gun while his son is fightin' a bid
Ironic, 'cause he ain't really have nothin' nicer to give
You live the life that you love, then you'll love the life that you live
So what's the price if you did love life, but can't afford a club night
With champagne taste? Money is Bud Light
You tellin' me to be negative, that's your blood type
It's hard to sleep in a bed you made when the bugs bite
I'm sleepwalkin', I come outside when the streets darkеn
Try not to oblige when you hear greed talkin'
I'm Frank Whitе, it's no plea bargain
King of my city, I'ma serve every damn fiend that I see walkin'
Don't be threatened, I teach lessons
Don't call me king, 'cause every king suffered a beheadin'
It's seven deadly sins, better preach, reverend
I sever limbs with this sweet weapon, you better keep steppin'
I'm takin' off, I'll see you all soon
What's a mogul without his money? A soldier without his war wounds
I'm hieroglyphics in a lost tomb
These are the facts, if you the richest in here, then you in the wrong room
Shuckin' and jivin' get you called coon
Yeah, we all goons, you a cartoon
You play a shark? Cool, I can get you harpooned
I talk to 'em like Malcolm under a dark moon, harsh tunes
You want the smoke? I got all fumes
Yeah, a sharp broom like what God use
In too deep, no time to argue when your skin is a dark hue
Little man got his heart bruised and I'm John Q
Had to breeze when them arms drew, yeah
Known to squeeze like a mongoose, alarm you
Indeed for this greed, niggas harm you
Think it's time that you leave, don't believe but I warned you, it's on you (Uh)
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