Ransom, Rasheed Chappell - JD’s Revenge lyrics

I’m still trying to trust what my wife says
I feel the pain in them future
Tears that she might shed
I reminisce when that shank was
Taped to my right leg
I came a long way from them
Cookies stuck to the white bread
Juvenile delinquent trying to prove
What I was thinking (yeah)
Maneuver like I’m drinking
You’re assuming I was sinking (nah)
Me and my shooters like brothers
He knew when I was blinking
Run up on you in your booth
Treat your medulla like it’s Lincoln’s
Huh, y’all kind of new, I’ll let it sink in
(I'll let that sink in)
No need to pursue it ‘cause I been king (nah)
But I been in them sewers where it’s stinking
Blood from a tortured soul that’s flowing
Fluid through my ink pen
Implying I’m the one, defiance with the gun
What’s the point of chasing some bread
If you’ll be dying over crumbs?
The truth is always seen
And almost never heard
That’s why when a altercation took place
I never said a word
They say that a proper burial ground
Is what a death deserves
But how you’re six feet underground
And never left the curb? (Scoffs)
That’s kind of deep
Just let me catch the words
What kind of sheep runs
From a shepherd's herd?
Never followed any consensus
I been came to my senses
I told y’all people what the one percent is
And I ain’t wanna vent this
But I’m back with a vengeance (i'm back)
I know that chasing pennies got a stink
That’s what that scent is
It’s kind of vivid like I dreamt this
But can’t make out the faces of
Haters who might resent this
You might have you a couple of
Artists that might attempt this
But you’ll be just comparing
A father-type to apprentice
Live by the gun and die shooting it
I pray I never use it again
I pray that I don’t get used
To me not using it
(Y’all know what I’m talking about)
Yeah, I pray that I don’t get
Used to me not using it hold on
Spilled out this verse so you can feel it
I wrote a Dear John letter once
But I couldn’t seal it
Addressed it to the game
There was things that I couldn’t deal with
Money don’t change your character, homie
It just reveals it
There’s no exceptions, there’s no discretions
‘Cause trying to judge a life you
Never lived is your preference
You’ve never been where I’ve been
So why would I take directions?
Our point is not the same, it’s
Like Kyrie to Colin Sexton, a solid question
This child is destined for his blessings
But if you want some peace
You prepare for war with aggression
How could you sleep when all your niggas die?
I’m just trying to rest in peace
While I am still alive, you feel the vibe?
I still abide by street politics
And I know it’s ill-advised
Don’t pour that liquor out for your homie
Point it to the sky
(yeah, hold your bottles up, my nigga
To the sky)
Don’t pour that liquor out for your homie
Point it to the sky

I always knew there’d be days like this
I ask God why I’m made like this
(Why I’m made like this)
To find beauty through all this ugly (Why?)
But only the ugly comforts me
If misery loves company
I stand alone until death comes for me
It's the devil’s serenade
Yo, I always knew there’d be days like this
I ask God why I’m made like this
(Why I’m made like this)
To find beauty through all this ugly (Why?)
But only the ugly comforts me
If misery loves company
I stand alone until death comes for me
'Til death comes for me

Ayo Duffle, this is gospel, my nigga
This is like poetic street talk
You know what I mean?
You’re really talking to the soul of a nigga
Those that been through it
Those that’s still going through it