[Intro]
When you on the streets the main thing you
Thinking about is yourself
There's no way in the world you can't think about it
Not unless you insane

[Verse 1 : Ransom]
Yeah, screw all your miniature fairytales and ya misdemeanors
I brainstorm these Hurricane Sandys and spit Katrinas
Vivid dreamer, I stir that pot of work like I whip farina
Bricks of Tina, turned into court engagements and quick subpoenas
Paid in Full, if Ace caught a case, would he ever miss the cleaners?
Grip the Nina, blowing off half ya calf, and it’ll split ya femur
Sick demeanor, so ain't’ no Ms. Madeas in this arena
Nah, when I’m in this lane they claim it’s the Jordan rules
No audibles, for green I leave pools of blood right in Jordan’s pool
That’s sorta cruel they callin’ him Killer Mike, so Run all The Jewels
Brought all the tools but no need for drilling, filling, we all
Get screwed you more than food
Pass out the forks and spoons, and say ‘have at him’ (go get him)
Now I got the glow, Sho’nuff, I’m The Last Dragon
Back spasms, too old to run with heat, better ask Haslem
Super villain, sending some shooters dressed all in black at him (Black Adam)

[Chorus: Eto]
Got it in me to turn sheep goat
I ran wit the shepherds
Little homie failed, but he tried
Gotta grant him his effort
How many of ya ran wit the leopards?
He lied (n***as lyin man)
Tigers don't dance in the desert (n***a)
[Verse 2: Ransom]
Yeah
I could get you done in a gruesome fashion, do subtraction
Bullets tear through ya flesh and remove a fraction
Do the math and
You'll realize a liar's a new distraction, true assassin
Sorta like Kobe scorin' on Luka passin', you imagine?
Things get ugly, most n***as lose attraction
Use ya passion you could dragged to hell just to view the action
Slide like the soles on the shoes of Jackson, you lose for lackin'
Yeah, n***as actin' bad 'cause the plot is lost
Knock it off, a n***a's that's spoiled will end up a rotten corpse
Lock the door, get slayed in ya dreams
How you gon' stop this force?
I'll make ya lady pay for them screams, how much a holler cost?
But we ain't have to take it there, let's make it clear
I'm the right hand that landed on Frazier's beard
I am the blade that Glass used to slay the bear
They say if you raise a gun you was raised in fear save ya prayers
'Cause with or without them
I've had an amazing year

[Chorus: Eto]
Got it in me to turn sheep goat
I ran wit the shepherds
Little homie failed, but he tried
Gotta grant him his effort
How many of ya ran wit the leopards?
He lied (n***as lyin man)
Tigers don't dance in the desert (n***a)