Final Destination - Nicholas Craven, Ransom

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, caus seeing you laying up in that box hurts

How could we ever think w 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