PAROLES
[Intro]
Lord Sear on the 1’s & 2’s
Harlem World standup!!
[Verse 1: Ransom]
Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins
In this world that’ll celebrate when the haters win
When on the cusp to greatness don’t get accustom to making friends
Momma told me the shit that makes a man is to make amends
Was never into all the latest trends
Now my weight is thin
But Shit, You judge a picture if you gone break the lens
Lay a gem, drop jewels constantly on the hottest beats
Cause sonically i’m like Socratеs on the crowded streets
The Gil Scot Hеron of heroin, flyest elegance, intelligence
Everything that i write is fire and eloquent
You Niggas gone notice when you inspired for relevance
A different Man but will still sent killers inside your residence (Blaat)
Just tap my Shoulder when its getting realer
Give 10 to Sheila cause she come from a place the fiends can Outlive the dealers
You don’t know the half of it
Waving sticks like a magic tricks
Get half the clip
I ain’t never been on no rapper shit!
[Chorus: Ransom]
These ghetto street gospels (Yes!)
Food for the soul
Turn street niggas into apostles
You Need me and i got you ( I got you)
Don’t brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak
And be my prey for the weak (lets go)
Disciples that’ll hold a 12 gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that’ll take you 12 days to repeat
I said
These ghetto street gospels (Yes!)
Food for the soul
Turn street niggas into apostles
You Need me and i got you ( I got you)
Don’t brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak
And be my prey for the weak (lets go)
Disciples that’ll hold a 12 gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that’ll take you 12 days to repeat
[Verse 2: The Game]
Lounging in this Maybach…. twisting the wood
Im good i wish you well same time as i wish you would
Just got off the phone with Suge
Reflecting about some past shit
Death Row Aftermath shit Conversations be classic
Keep the 22 unplastic cause drama be everlasting
Money sew up and plastered
In the walls In the mattress
If i ever got to cut it open
That mean i walked in the crib Holdin my arm limping with my gun smokin
Revelations of the Last Days vibing to the Fugees
Rubbing on this chick booty while dumping shit in this ashtray
It feels good just to be living your wildest dreams nigga
Walking around the Hamptons in Louis Vuitton Supreme slippers
I did my dirt got out the mud my triple beam dippin
Niggas sleep in the trap like they brought a pint of lean with them
From that to this washing my own Maybach and shit
Reminiscing when I ain’t even had a pack to flip
[Chorus: Ransom]
These ghetto street gospels (Yes!)
Food for the soul
Turn street niggas into apostles
You Need me and i got you ( I got you)
Don’t brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak
And be my prey for the weak (lets go)
Disciples that’ll hold a 12 gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that’ll take you 12 days to repeat
I said
These ghetto street gospels (Yes!)
Food for the soul
Turn street niggas into apostles
You Need me and i got you ( I got you)
Don’t brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak
And be my prey for the weak (lets go)
Disciples that’ll hold a 12 gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that’ll take you 12 days to repeat
[Verse 3 : Rome Streetz]
Aiyo, They say the truth is hard to swallow like a large pill
They’ll get a man hit yous a bitch!
Look how they charge bills
Smack the shit out of Satan with a hand full of God’s Will
Im on point when yo handshake come with a odd feel
They love the weak off the chart They disregard skill
Before i had a A&R, i had a razor to crave crills
Envision of a hustler far from a Lyor deal
Getting ghetto divas now my broad wear Dior heels
Play grimey blocks with Glocks stash by the car wheel
Curb served in the suburbs my pockets all filled
If you ain’t strip of the fire don’t let the Devil in
Keep him in the hole he pop up hit his head with 10
No friend! I was doley when it was dark & cold
Weak niggas thirsty for a deal but it don’t cross yo soul
Mommy told me “Shine your melanin is worth more than gold”
The game’s sick this is medicine in the form of flows
No chips for the tentative the fortune is only for the bold
Knew i’ll be that nigga way before i had my fortune told
[Chorus: Ransom]
These ghetto street gospels (Yes!)
Food for the soul
Turn street niggas into apostles
You Need me and i got you ( I got you)
Don’t brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak
And be my prey for the weak (lets go)
Disciples that’ll hold a 12 gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that’ll take you 12 days to repeat
I said
These ghetto street gospels (Yes!)
Food for the soul
Turn street niggas into apostles
You Need me and i got you ( I got you)
Don’t brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak
And be my prey for the weak (lets go)
Disciples that’ll hold a 12 gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that’ll take you 12 days to repeat
