[Intro]
Whoever chose to stand in Lord Ransom’s way is quickly defeated
You see, it is his destiny to be king
"All hail King Ransom!"

[Verse]
Yeah, it’s even better when the flows are real
Unfolding bills, I’m on Oprah’s heels
Tell the Lord to jump in the back seat, Lucifer’s ‘bout to hold the wheel
‘Cause when you deal with money, the roots of evil were broker deals
I’m known to kill, so I got no appeal
Plus I’ve been around for the whispers, I know some shit that I won’t reveal
A funny game, you got to know the drill
Waltеr Payton ‘cause I’m the greatеst, the truth, I bare how the soldier feel
I’m cold as steel, but the soul for real
So maybe I’m not driven to shoot you up, but my chauffeur will
The flow’s unreal and every sound blazing
I astound laymen’s, box me in, but my pocket’s deeper than Al Haymon’s
A foul vagrant with the war answers
Bet they all clamor for this cocaine speech, I spit with the raw grammar
Spit verses even the Lord slanders
No more glamour, dropping shit on this world as heavy as Thor’s hammer
Yeah, never wilt under pressure
Score a hundred-plus in this game, I’m like Wilt under pressure
Spent a hundred-plus on this chain, blood spilt on this dresser
Know a fiend that struggle with 'caine, body built like Nadeska
All I’m saying is when your everyday struggle mixed with your hustle
It’s a tussle, be aware ‘cause they still might arrest ya
I was known as a savage when I was average, now I live lavish
In a palace with a Porsche and I’ll still buy a Tesla
While I address the elephant in the room
Irrelevant to a coon, benevolence is approved
Intelligence is a jewel, I still bear arms like Hulk Hogan
Four smoking, they ain’t factor the fear in like Joe Rogan
So potent, I spit like a venomous snake
I don’t pretend to relate, you don’t intend to be great
I’ll be attending your wake, I think King Luci, he even said it
You’ll regret it, every king on the guillotine gets beheaded
[Chorus]
Either you die from a jealous foe
My fear is getting stabbed in the back and I’ll never know, with every measured blow
With every heavy swing of the sword, you could sever those
Traitors from their head to toes, pay us for the bread you owe
Either you die from a jealous foe
My fear is getting stabbed in the back and I’ll never know, with every measured blow
With every heavy swing of the sword, you could sever those
Traitors from their head to toes, pay us for the bread you owe

[Outro]
“There are those who choose to defy King Ransom’s tyranny. Tread carefully.”