Ransom, Big Ghost LTD, Rome Streetz - Blackwater lyrics

Let me talk to you real quick, homeboy

I’ve been the realest nigga since day 1
I’m A1 since I was 12 hitting
Licks with a fake gun they made fun
I broke out the chains while
Watching you slaves run
It hurts being a slave
But it’s worse you’re willing to stay one
We made crumbs living the life of
Anguish that’s type of dangerous
With knife and bangers
That’s my type of language
If I shoot you, then I might be brainless
But if you shoot me, well
Then there’ll be hit's on your family
And then your wifе is brainless
Wipe the stainlеss off
Niggas ain’t the cloth that I came across
I’ll stop you dead in your tracks and
Blow out your train of thought
You ain’t a boss, you’re
Still afraid of loss, pay the cost
The winner shouldn’t lose, turn around
And think it’s the hater’s fault
I stashed a half an M in the
Safest vault for a late assault
Bodies in the freezer
I leave you before your face defrosts
Too late to floss if you blow the budget
Cold and rugged
Hard for you to catch you a break
You’re too busy holding grudges

They changed the game, we was dominating
Now they want us to
Accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum
Now his momma praying
Got to slay him, celebrate his life, yeah
We holiday him
Not for playing, we put in the work
What’s your occupation?
They changed the game, we was dominating
Now they want us to
Accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum
Now his momma praying
Got to slay him, celebrate his life, yeah
We holiday him
Not for playing, we put in the work
What’s your occupation?

Yo, ayo
Street pharmacist, I got narcotic combination
For the patient in my palm is with it
Place the paper payment
Fakes trying to duplicate the cadence
But what I do is greatness
Voodoo is what I drew on the loose leaf paper
You dudes just doodoo and
Don’t do nothing creative
Every verse you heard from me
The beat I cremated
The third lick that I hit, the grip was a 380
Had four bullets in the clip
And a weak safety
Got low for the week then I’m
Back on the streets gravy
Do what I got to do to eat and pay me
Cold-hearted, I show you the heat
In HD like Michael Mann plenty nights
I got my pockets right off a trifle scam
Understand, the money don’t always go
To the rightful hands
Sometimes it goes to who’s holding the
Rifle to your vital glands
The title stands right to my
Mantelpiece with a couple heads
Bloody chains
Crushed microphone and a ton of death

They changed the game, we was dominating
Now they want us to
Accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum
Now his momma praying
Got to slay him, celebrate his life, yeah
We holiday him
Not for playing, we put in the work
What’s your occupation?
They changed the game, we was dominating
Now they want us to
Accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum
Now his momma praying
Got to slay him, celebrate his life, yeah
We holiday him
Not for playing, we put in the work
What’s your occupation?

"From the south to the west to
The east to the north" "We came to dominate"
"From the south to the west to
The east to the north" "Dominate"
"From the south to the west to
The east to the north"
"Dominate", "dominate"
"From the south to the west to
The east to the north, come on"
"We came to dominate"
"From the south" "south"
"To the west", "west" "To the east", "east"
"To the north", "to the north", "dominate"
"From the south", "south"
"To the west", "west" "To the east", "we
"To the north", "to the north, come on"