[Verse 1: J.R]
Yo, look, your lowest points in life gon' take you higher
Just scoop 'em up like ground balls
Determines how seasoned you are, that shit a groundhog
I found all the fame is the price if I kept my sound raw
'Cause when you spit the truth
They be eager to turn your sound off
So I'm screaming this gospel, the time's proper, align chakras
'Cause God ain't acknowledge them Our Fathers
I was getting more anonymous tips than crime stoppers
Clown stop it, I don't want y'all suggestions so why bother
The price dropping on souls, these n***as selling cheap
You telling me that I can win if I lose my self esteem
That shit is like a shot to the foot, Eddie and Della Reese
When walking in the shoes of a giant, you tend to smell the feet
I swear I'd rather be poor than be degraded
People praising all these trash ass rappers they deem amazing
Think I'm hating, listen to 'em what are they even saying
Sweet talk is cool 'til you start seeing your teeth decaying
Just keep creating what the homie told me
If you don't agree with the faggot shit they pull
They call you homophobic
But when it's cops killing n***as it ain't as much commotion
That's promoting violence, I been notice, so what's the motive?
Respect the message, I just share the lessons
Rare projections, the wisdom will keep you level headed
'Cause life will test you before you can even get the lectures
And show you things about yourself that you can't even question
[Chorus: Ransom]
They telling us to dream, baby
Don't believe what's on that screen, baby
And when you don't they make you seem crazy
Just stay asleep and...
Yeah, they telling us to dream, baby
Don't believe what's on that screen, baby
And when you don't they make you seem crazy
Just stay asleep and dream, baby

[Verse 2: Ransom]
Listen, there's no cure for living
We said it's the last straw
But then no straws were given, I'm so called a villain
'Cause back in '99, there were no qualms for killing
Ignorance is defined when there's no wrong decisions
Man, I'm in the game where there's no strong divisions
Two or three good players with no thoughts of winning
Your flow soft as linen
Approach y'all with venom
Bullets with names on 'em, like postcards we send 'em (blaow!)
I wrote y'all the ending
I kill half of these coons that most of y'all defending
I see through your facade
And I know y'all pretending
Larenz Tate pace, but I'm O-Dog with vengeance
A one man gang, homie, and then some
I made gangland without actually being in one
A big deal, nah
But contractually might be in one
So what's the outcome of you asking me where's the income? Huh
Make the money, that's when the sins come
They think it's funny that n***as been dumb
We seen before from n***as who wanna live
Like how did Puff escape them killers riding in front of B.I.G.?
Shady deals sealed with head nods
Corny bloggers doing the Feds jobs
N***as in comments helping the case load
Wish Tax didn't go to that venue, n***as be safe though
[Chorus: Ransom]
They telling us to dream, baby
Don't believe what's on that screen, baby
And when you don't they make you seem crazy
Just stay asleep and...
Yeah, they telling us to dream, baby
Don't believe what's on that screen, baby
And when you don't they make you seem crazy
Just stay asleep and dream, baby