[Intro]
Love from the hood
In honor only bestowed on those who showed the hood the most unwavering of loyalties
I’m talking street n***as
Most literally from cradle to grave
Most literally from corn to the court
Most literally n***as who look the block in their last moments gasping for air
Right before yellow tapes make a spectacle of their bodies raw on cement
If the hood loves you, should make a monument of this location

[Verse 1: Ransom]
Forever been a force, y’all lit the torch inside my inner thoughts
A n***a lost, ironic I finds myself in the nicks of court
You’rе immature, think every minutе’s yours, that’s miniature
Like minotaurs, a bull-headed n***a, don’t like to listen, dog
Let’s finish off, I been to your hell, am I a sinner? Sure
But look, it’s a ray from that rifle that keeps y'all insecure
But what’s gon’ make us kick in them doors
This here is neither chess nor checkers, n***a, this shit is war
You’ve been a fraud, I’d forfeit if I was you, a prophet’s view
The love could make you strong, but the hate will make you unstoppable
What I can do is show you the vision for every obstacle
What not to do, and turn the improbable to a possible
(Let’s fucking go)
Now these rappers is name calling
Don’t gamble with your mic and end up like a James Jordan (Damn)
I know you feel when them flames roaring
Rain pouring, flood your ears with the fears of me brainstorming
Aim crawling through the mud with fatigues, I’m in pain warring
But me and Payne is equivalent to a plane soaring
(I’m built for this shit)
I relived horrors to make you men quiver, intense n***a
I’m just a kingpin with a king’s pen, n***a
[Verse 2: RJ Payne]
Verses are 10k, I move like MJ with the blicker
Black ruger, king caged since 10th grade with my n***as
A mogul, I signed rappers, I get paid to get bigger
Shit is bittersweet, I mix the lemonade with the liquor, wooh
Amazingly dope, Payne, baby, they say he the GOAT
Big Daddy Kane and Wayne Gacy on coke
A mix of Hulkamania and Tray Chaney, I’m both
I’m religiously counting digits, Pennsylvania’s pope, Payne
Sharp imagery, dark energy
Part Hennessey, uncertain future with harsh memories
Yeah, the kid is a star, that’s authentically
I’m obese, Roseanne bars, I scarred enemies, wooh
These suckers, they don’t respect the flex
I’m calling shots right from the chair like I’m Professor X
Chopper got a tripod, that’s an erector set
Etch a sketch you right out the picture, that’s a direct effect
My plan vivid, I handpicked it, this man wicked
You understand, me and Ran is a pandemic
See, they gave me the light and I ran with it
Two champions exchanging punches, Duran, Leonard
Motherfucker