[Intro: Ransom]
Let me talk to you real quick, homeboy

[Verse 1: Ransom]
I’ve been the realest n***a since day 1
I’m A1 since I was 12 hitting licks with a fake gun
They made fun, I broke out the chains while watching you slaves run
It hurts being a slave, but it’s worse you’re willing to stay one
We made crumbs living the life of anguish that’s type of dangerous
With knife and bangers, that’s my type of language
If I shoot you, then I might be brainless
But if you shoot me, well, then there’ll be hits on your family and then your wifе is brainless
Wipe the stainlеss off, n***as ain’t the cloth that I came across
I’ll stop you dead in your tracks and blow out your train of thought
You ain’t a boss, you’re still afraid of loss, pay the cost
The winner shouldn’t lose, turn around, and think it’s the hater’s fault
I stashed a half an M in the safest vault for a late assault
Bodies in the freezer, I leave you before your face defrosts
Too late to floss if you blow the budget, cold and rugged
Hard for you to catch you a break, you’re too busy holding grudges

[Hook: Ransom]
They changed the game, we was dominating
Now they want us to accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum, now his momma praying
Got to slay him, celebrate his life, yeah, we holiday him
Not for playing, we put in the work, what’s your occupation?
They changed the game, we was dominating
Now they want us to accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum, now his momma praying
Got to slay him, celebrate his life, yeah, we holiday him
Not for playing, we put in the work, what’s your occupation?
[Verse 2: Rome Streez]
Yo, ayo
Street pharmacist, I got narcotic combination
For the patient in my palm is with it, place the paper payment
Fakes trying to duplicate the cadence
But what I do is greatness, voodoo is what I drew on the loose-leaf paper
You dudes just doodoo and don’t do nothing creative
Every verse you heard from me, the beat I cremated
The third lick that I hit, the grip was a 380
Had four bullets in the clip and a weak safety
Got low for the week then I’m back on the streets gravy
Do what I got to do to eat and pay me
Cold-hearted, I show you the heat in HD like Michael Mann
Plenty nights, I got my pockets right off a trifle scam
Understand, the money don’t always go to the rightful hands
Sometimes it goes to who’s holding the rifle to your vital glands
The title stands right to my mantelpiece with a couple heads
Bloody chains, crushed microphone and a ton of death

[Hook: Ransom]
They changed the game, we was dominating
Now they want us to accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum, now his momma praying
Got to slay him, celebrate his life, yeah, we holiday him
Not for playing, we put in the work, what’s your occupation?
They changed the game, we was dominating
Now they want us to accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum, now his momma praying
Got to slay him, celebrate his life, yeah, we holiday him
Not for playing, we put in the work, what’s your occupation?
[Outro:D-Styles]
“From the south to the west to the east to the north”
“We came to dominate”
“From the south to the west to the east to the north”
“Dominate”
“From the south to the west to the east to the north”
“Dominate”, “dominate”
“From the south to the west to the east to the north, come on”
“We came to dominate”
“From the south” “south”
“To the west”, “west”
“To the east”, “east”
“To the north”, “to the north”, “dominate”
“From the south”, “south”
“To the west”, “west”
“To the east”, “we
“To the north”, “to the north, come on”