There Will Be Blood - Ransom

Look, I grew up poor but didn’t dream poor

I always seen more while peekin' through bullet holes in my screen door

Always haunted me when they scream more

I’ve seen extreme gore, been in more wars than most of marine corps

Yeah, fuck you postin' a meme for?

Shit, we win and check out my team score

Who ever thought I’d make the age of forty?

After Pain & Glory, I was still hidin' work and guns in a jean drawer (Woo!)

Ironically, I was cookin', was servin' fiends raw

Done seen chalk, talkin' too dirty’ll get you cleaned off

Serene thoughts, mind over matter although I seem lost

Supreme boss, invested in tech and makin' machines talk (Bla-ouw!)

This how the game’s played, rewind and analyze throughout my brainwaves

I used to fantasize about cocaine raids

In the booth you can hear my chain wave

Whippin' a foreign how we remain slaves

Play it back and I scream more (Yeah)

It’s feelin' like we at a crossroads (Crossroads)

I hope we all grow (All grow), pour out some liquor for these lost souls (Yeah)

I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw!)

And I’m on tour so (Tour so), don’t run up on me like you lost bro (Nah)

It’s feelin' like we at a crossroads (Crossroads)

I hope we all grow (All grow), pour out some Louie for these lost souls (Yeah)

I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw!)

And I’m on tour so (Tour so), I pray that 12 don’t get us all bro (Nah)

Look, I had a dream to see loot

Frustrated teens just turn to casualties on the news

From where if you ain’t eat at home, you had to eat it at school

Back when mama filled my face with vaseline before school

It was hard, we used to struggle with no heat, we were stressed

The couch or floor was your bed, gotta sleep fully dressed

Just a minor by the time you took ya feet off the steps

Now a gat you gotta keep by ya bed, nigga

Pistol like (?), trigger finger, aim, spray ya head

Concrete where he laid and bled

Shooters ask again in case he playin' dead

All my shooters got Jamaican dreads

On your head I place a bet

If you ain’t got my money, bitch, I’m takin' heads

Most of these niggas panic in war

I got a plan from the Lord to help me handle a storm

I watched niggas take a seat and wave they hand to report

Pointin' fingers like a poster of Uncle Sam in the port, damn

It’s feelin' like we at a crossroads (Crossroads)

I hope we all grow (All grow), pour out some liquor for these lost souls (Yeah)

I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw!)

And I’m on tour so (Tour so), don’t run up on me like you lost bro (Nah)

It’s feelin' like we at a crossroads (Crossroads)

I hope we all grow (All grow), pour out some Louie for these lost souls (Yeah)

I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw!)

And I’m on tour so (Tour so), I pray that 12 don’t get us all bro (Nah)