Ransom, Statik Selektah - Life of Sin lyrics

Waking up in a cold sweat
Thinkin about my bro’s death
I’m so stressed
I’m tryna do right but always go left
Supposed death was callin for me
Lurkin around blocks and corners for me
Pain before the glory
I can tell this sort of story
Nigga 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 niggas pray for yo shit 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 nigga

I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
But I’m steady seein bodies with
The motherfuckin 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 motherfuckers talk about it
But I’m steady seein bodies with
The motherfuckin chalk around it
(Rest In Peace, Rest In Peace)

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 nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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


Niggas sufferin deadly
Really, the streets is a circus
Brought em in Bentleys
Shootin out like it’s really
Duckin behind that Volkswagen
These slow niggas
They bodybag em and toetag em
You won’t find them
All my niggas 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 motherfuckers talk about it
But I’m steady seein bodies with
The motherfuckin chalk around it
And since my life is based
On sinning I’m hell bound