[Intro: AZ]
Welcome home

[Verse 1: Ransom]
Yeah, talk to this beat like you better sing
Had to speak on my behalf and half of these n***as ain’t said a thing
I had this dream that I put a wedding ring on Coretta King
Was murdered on the stage, you can feel the pain it forever brings
Revenge is sweet, but then that pleasure stings
Behind every puppet, you’ll find a set of strings
Married the game, I let her swing
It all depends on how you measure things
‘Cause it’s always the ones with nothing that’s helping you squander everything
Don’t treasure bling, that’s usually the cause of the drama
It’s funny I can spot a bum in a Beamer and a boss in a Honda
You know my style, I don’t force the entendre
So if it’s beef, gotta be Kobe
Snakes get ate when they crossing this mamba
These fake n***as get forced on this genre
But it’s really not much to judge
If n***as budge when it’s tossed to your honor
Tamir Rice with a portion of Sandra
But never Bland, I draw that line in the sand
If n***as cross it, I’ll find them

[Chorus: Ransom]
Yeah, this latest run has been historic
Once you found out what you’ll die for, better live for it
I touch your soul so you can’t ignore it
Married to the game
I sold her dreams and that bitch bought it, shit flawless
Huh, this latest run has been historic
Once you found out what you’ll die for, better live for it
I touch your soul so you can’t ignore it
Married to the game
I sold her dreams and that bitch bought it, shit flawless
[Verse 2: AZ]
Ten toes down, I’m solid, young Wallace
Some acknowledge I’m more modest when the drums melodic
None symbolic before or after, aura’s mastered
The cyanide in boric acid, ordered they casket
I’m on it, no warrants
Ball like that boy on the Hornets, clairvoyant
See what the seekers can’t find, I’m the aligned
Could look a killer straight in his eyes and read his mind
I lead the blind, been about it, been nostalgic
Retired now, but not the one to be foul with
Won’t allow it, I’m stable, not disabled
When the block raised you, you don’t let imposters play you
Peekaboo style, gotta keep it new now
Old school reppin for those who blew trial
Too wild, had to skrrt it, that or get murdered
Either/or, we are at war with the law, slapped with the verdict

[Chorus: Ransom]
Yeah, this latest run has been historic
Once you found out what you’ll die for, better live for it
I touch your soul so you can’t ignore it
Married to the game
I sold her dreams and that bitch bought it, shit flawless
Huh, this latest run has been historic
Once you found out what you’ll die for, better live for it
I touch your soul so you can’t ignore it
Married to the game
I sold her dreams and that bitch bought it, shit flawless