Misery - Ransom

This thing I love that started from the mud making nerds rich

It’s academic, but when rap invented this word snitch, we deserve this

It’s worthless, put pain on your browser so when you search this

The earth shift, the kiss of death, here’s the reaper to flirt with

I need Bieber to verse with, I put out hits and leave when the harse split

Get put out quick and heavd in the dirt ditch

Yeah, I can see you ain’t worth shit

Paid in full, still can’t believe when they murked Mitch

I’m ice cold, could never be sunny reading the first script

Your wife froze, refusing to see you bleed when the nurse stitched

Yeah, you fuck with me, you’re already screwed

A deadly dude, ain’t feeling you niggas, just think of Terry Crews

A petty dude, I shoot for the stars, whoever said he’d lose

I bet he bruised, an eye for an eye, that’s how this fetti move

It’s war, nigga, best believe that it’s war, nigga

Got your kids all tied up, I even the score, nigga

You don’t believe me, then draw, nigga

Started from the bottom, I got conceived on the floor, nigga

Pause nigga, washing these sins away when I pour liquor

Poor nigga, eating cheese sandwiches on the porch, nigga

Randy Nichols as Candyman

You’re like Samuel playing Steven, slaving in Candyland

Ayo, anonymous shooter sending me slugs

Times in my life, I ain’t even know who my enemies was

Now they’re all in memory of

I’m by myself, I refuse to be the company misery loves

Plotting schemes, got confidential exotic dreams

I’m a king and I done been through a lot of things

Rats put my kinfolk inside a bing

Niggas let the bugs in like an open window without a screen

Not a thing, I’m dodging informants

On tour, shit, I was performing with five different warrants

Helped guys provide for their daughters

Still they burn bridges like know how to survive underwater

Eating like it’s some kind of disorder

Gained a homicidal aura from monetizing the corners

Counting money since 5 in the morning

It took 23 hours to count it, remind me of driving to Florida

I’m quiet, not a dominant talker

Forgive me Father, one time, I prayed to God for a silent revolver

Huh, wished that I was a goner

Instead, I’m in a thousand-dollar robe sitting inside of a sauna

Trust!