Intro - Noa

I’m wanted for ransom

I shook hands with Manson

From the depths of hell I planned expansion

My mind grand like mansions

Sixteen rooms, this cuisine food for thought takin' fools like bandits

Should have known I was branded

Like, damn, son could have figured that I damned em

Like no chance for action

This mixtape is a mistake

For shit’s sake, I been great

These piss stains don’t explain

Or express their mistakes, but I do

I’m suicidal with this bible

At my side like bridals in the mouth of my rivals

This is hip hop’s revival