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ransom, conway the machine, lloyd banks & v don - higher killer lyrics

[verse 1: ransom]
i dread that it had to come to this (why?)
i never wanted this, police told my mom that her son is sick
so come equipped and try to downplay me because of my age
never shrug off a old man from a place where they dyin’ young as sh+t
what that lil n++++ screamin’ about? (what?)
callin’ his gun a stick or drum, it’s like a hundred clip
what they call havin’ fun? it’s lit
you spun a bit, well
that’s so tiny, here go another tip (d+mn)
since when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of l!ck?
sh+t, i ramble when i get aggravated
agitated— screw up your databases, i’m that abrasive
look, what goliath hopped on thе back of david?
affidavits, climb up that chaos, just hope the ladder makеs it
listen, there’s no amenities in a cell
you can never pray for heaven when meant to be in a h+ll
i ain’t lettin’ them haters in ‘cause my energy has been swell
if you friendly with everybody you’re an enemy to yourself, well

[chorus: ransom & conway the machine]
n+++++ love when that drama start but could barely handle the finish
clap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on their business
you a boss, right?
you ain’t scared of a loss, right? (right?)
most n+++++ cave in instead of bravin’ them dark nights
last place n+++++ could never stand with the winners (winners)
load the vans, in the sprinter (sprinter)
let’s go stand on the business (stand on your business)
(yeah, look)
[verse 2: conway the machine]
went from goin’ to get two hundred more grams
to a ocean front property with the bungalow
sand in the backyard (woo)
shatter his backboard when i dunk on your mans, i’ma dump the whole can in his stomach, oh, man (boom, boom, boom, boom)
they sayin’ i be disgruntled
i make rappers uncomfortable ‘round a grumpy old man (hahaha)
point them n+++++ out, every single one got no chance
i put the tip of this blade right up under your glands (hold that)
trust me, this just a warmup (huh?)
they realizin’ now machine era is upon us
since i got in, i conquered (talk to ‘em)
picture a n++++ tryin’ to harm us without gettin’ his body torn up
ain’t no ch+nks in my armor, boy (get in your bag, king)
that’s why the real street n+++++ rock with me (huh?)
bailed out of central booking, quarter mil’ in jewels in my property (haa)
look, i pull up, hop out of the ride
glock on my side, knock a lil n++++ out of his slides, ah (boom, boom, boom, boom)

[chorus: ransom]
n+++++ love when that drama start but could barely handle the finish
clap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on their business
you a boss, right?
you ain’t scared of a loss, right? (right?)
most n+++++ cave in instead of bravin’ them dark nights
last place n+++++ could never stand with the winners (winners)
load the vans, in the sprinter (sprinter)
let’s go stand on some business (stand on your business)
[verse 3: lloyd banks]
tales of a alter’s grind
[?] his spine when it’s warrin’ time
born with it, wasn’t taught to shine
dead mc’s on my wall design
in the midst of me findin’ myself i lost my mind
most and not even borderline
when you rewind it’s more to find
stupid, that crossed the line
when i’m near my performance prime
hater blockers that got me
same method when keepin’ horses blind
we all get time, there’s tears
everybody don’t got the bosses mind
you made it here from the bottom
new problems climbin’ the [?]
gotta maneuver, negative energy’s leanin’ on ya
g+nius aura
[?] of this money gave me a sleep disorder
when you winnin’ times even shorter
don’t sneak a quarter
disloyalty’s permanent
banks, ran and machine’ll slaughter
look what it’s comin’ to
back to where it’s uncomfortable
exactly what i’m accustomed to
benjamins pile, enough of blue
every now and then gatekeepers let suckas through
gotta hurt to your heart to know real n+++++ don’t f+ck with you
[chorus: ransom]
n+++++ love when that drama start but could barely handle the finish
clap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on their business
you a boss, right?
you ain’t scared of a loss, right? (right?)
most n+++++ cave in instead of bravin’ them dark nights
last place n+++++ could never stand with the winners (winners)
load the vans, in the sprinter (sprinter)
let’s go stand on some business (stand on your business)

- ransom conway the machine lloyd banks v don lyrics

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