Ransom, Lloyd Banks - Gluttony lyrics

Praise God why would you doubt the Church?
I belong here in Hell
Your prayers are worthless here
What is that sound? More demons?

Always been vicious, never hired shooters
Fire Rugers, violent bruisers
Known to start riots and
Then incite the looters
Make sly maneuvers when you slide in Ubers
High abusers
Life is easy when your top's down
And you know you're dyin' ruthless
Apply the blueprint if you steal the streets
Don't feel reliеf i know
It's hard to get up for work
When you sleep in silky sheets
It's 'bout time
Thеre's always an opinion when
Niggas doubt mine
I shoot perfect from three
And they'll say you miss from the foul line
I get sick with these foul lines
The shotty erase ya thoughts
And blow out minds your body get traced in
Chalk when it's outlined, huh
Whether you hate or love us
Pray the judges take our brothers
Fools'll learn from mistakes
A genius learn from mistakes of others
Devastation, every phrase I utter
Shakes the gutter
Said to Satan, "Wait for supper
Whoever don't get a plate will suffer"
Hateful suckers
I am too cerebral for you foolish people
Too deceitful
A money tree can only leave roots of evil
(Uh)

Time to kick down the door again
Clear the city for slaughterin'
Awful town, nigga caught up in
Not on ya side, you ordered in
I done went overboard with sin
You playin' games
Think 'fore you slip that quarter in
Ain't no pain like the family
Kickin' ya organs in
Palace to raise my daughters in
Watch ya step for the screws I'm missin'
Cruel conditions, few collisions
Spinnin' blocks for superstition
Jake popped out, the coupe went missin'
Veteran, these fuckin' babies
Need supervision
I don't know what's worse now
The bullets or fuel prescriptions
Wannabes wanna confuse tradition
New cool sleeves, baguette'd legend
A masterpiece is a one day errand
223s and 187s
Blew through G's, that bread's a weapon
Snooze through beef, your bed's in Heaven
Rule with peace, they'll double cross you
Few loose teeth a better present
Accurate stories don't take convincin'
Liars can't back and forth me
Back in Causley, you ain't seen nothin'
Hood taught us that since shorties
Back up off me, Gucci in traffic
One of you bastards saw me, platinum 40
Twenty years later, lookin' for caskets
Call me forgive me for all of my wicked sins