Ransom – Final Destination
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Final Destination

We cracked the code on the Matrix it’s time to face it we striving with no budget
They want our masters, they tryna buy it, they won’t budge us
I hit the charts but the major bloggers they won’t cover it
Thanks to Rory, Parks and Mal I’m a giant that Joe judges
They gon’ defy us and so what us
But if this carries on we gon’ riot for four summers
Business is enjoyed when you figure out what your stocks worth
Tryna Gina who you are, just eliminate who you not first
My life is better but the block’s worse
So Rest In Peace Chi, causе seeing you laying up in that box hurts
How could we ever think wе not cursed
Baby mother pregnant during a SWAT searched
We just glad that she got birth
Speaking of my daughter, the older she gets it’s harder to keep her from the aura
It’s deeper than the Torah

When I told I think it’s time we split ways
Then I told you I grinder just like a sick slave, tryna get these bricks shaves
That was two thousand and six way back when Stacks had the two tone boxer with big plates
Switch dates
Now we in the present
I told you your darkest hour is only sixty minutes
You thought that I was finished
A span of twenty years been in this business
I gave you all the real, that’s because I am the realest

It’s been a couple of years but my whole career I been telling you what this game bough
Niggas act like it’s fourth and some inches and pull they chains out
Hates gon’ talk, let me simplify and explain doubt
Niggas’ll beg you first then’ll bite yo ass with the same mouth
D’Angelo stuck on that stained couch
Barksdale cause every bark’s real
Y’all nights drown up in a ‘caine drought
I’m like the Irishman before he paint house
Get lost like Hoffa
The young Sinatra sending shooters to your casa
Maneuver like a monster
Grand Marnier gouve[?
The grouper with the lobster
Little hookah with the vodka
Pristine judge of character
I see through your grins
I got love for a lot of folks I’ll never speak to again
Sometimes your friends’ll hate for seeing you win
Bullets’ll squeeze in your brim
Your soul’ll flutter like a leaf in the wind

When I told I think it’s time we split ways
Then I told you I grinder just like a sick slave, tryna get these bricks shaves
That was two thousand and six way back when Stacks had the two tone boxer with big plates
Switch dates
Now we in the present
I told you your darkest hour is only sixty minutes
You thought that I was finished
A span of twenty years been in this business
I gave you all the real, that’s because I am the realest

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