Ransom - Life Of Sin lyrics

[Verse 1] Waking up in a cold sweat, thinkin about my bro's d**h I'm so stressed, I'm tryna do right but always go left Supposed d**h was callin for me Lurkin around blocks and corners for me Pain before the glory I can tell this sort of story, n***a I came from it I got my name from it, I ain't ashamed of it Livin on these hard streets so you know how my heart beats The scars deep, I lost sleep, having dreams that I squashed beef From far east, from livin well It broke my mother's heart – I had to sit in jail Prayin that I get some mail, waitin for my ship to sail I found out n***as pray for yo sh** to fail That's why you quick to tell Me, I'm on a different scale If you blind then you put your fingertips to braille Hammers hit the nails, nails close the coffin on em Man I tripped and fell, clientele's coughin on em That's the ghetto n***a [Hook] I hear you motherf**ers talk about it But I'm steady seein bodies with the motherf**in chalk around it And since my life is based on sinning I'm hell bound And all of this to me is a mystery I hear you motherf**ers talk about it But I'm steady seein bodies with the motherf**in chalk around it (Rest In Peace, Rest In Peace) [Verse 2] Waking up out a bad dream, hearing bullets and mad screams Kids cryin, they can't help but watchin they dad lean Bullets in his stomach, he's putting pressure, the wound's bad So the n***a runnin these on a stretcher, it's too fast Who'd he have to punish to get him next on that newsflash Yesterday I've seen two fiends go in that dude's stash Just another day, that's what my mother say You know that gun will spray on that day the opposite crews clash On the jack with my people, see had a small beef Was caught asleep, he got robbed by them n***as across street And now he walk the shotty and trench coat I used to see him servin them fiends on a bench dope Now he step into a new arena When n***as will smoke you out of your new Adidas If you're not his true believer Me – I keep a crew of leaders Infrared beam on the newest heaters Don't be foolish either [Hook] [Verse 3] n***as sufferin deadly Really, the streets is a circus, brought em in Bentleys Shootin out like it's really Duckin behind that Volkswagen These slow n***as, they bodybag em and toetag em You won't find them All my n***as approach fashion Durag, black raiders how they both imagine Keep your dough stackin, jersey, Beau Jackson, no slackin You want me dead? It won't happen So don't ask em, yea I hear you motherf**ers talk about it But I'm steady seein bodies with the motherf**in chalk around it And since my life is based on sinning I'm hell bound