Rome Streetz & Ransom - Death Becomes Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Ransom] I was told every soul that's in hell suffers I'm morbid like a soldier that's headed to war, and givin' his family farewell clutches Never held punches, was never that ni**a to sell crutches I held grudges, so I couldn't catch a break from them 12 judges I see things clearer, a fiend in front of three stained mirrors Each reflection givin' us hope that all this street pain cure us I know this bloody feel, 'cause life ain't a movie for those who study real Let's cut a deal, you can run with the kings or fall at your buddy's heel I love these thrills, straight nirvana Ironic that most of you ni**as who married the game was a maid of honor Save your karma, my predicate fell and became a martyr Made of armor, just like a terrorist looking for planes to charter Blame my father, he wasn't involved with Ran' Delay me and my momma's plans, but put this paint brush inside of this artist's hands Woke up and knew this sh*t was all a scam, why is there food to feed the obese while the starving eat out of garbage cans? My targets ran, I'm huntin' 'em down, son of the father Sam My bars are grams, consumed through the air, I travel uncharted lands Heir to the throne, I guess I'm first in line You could lead a horse to the water but can't make him drink it without a thirst for crime I nurture minds, my thoughts are majestic, every verse sublime You gotta witness the top to go through the worst decline A diamond in the rough, what is it worth to shine? 'Cause your money can buy you watches, but it won't be able to purchase time [Verse 2: Rome Streetz] Ransom owns the funeral home, but the hearse is mine The spot I got for you deep in the dirt is fine Lay you to rest, the sh*t that I possess is nothin' you could search or find One of a kind, they all unrefined so they can't fu*k with mine They hate I'm winnin', never will me and those corny fu*ks align Had to adjust my grind, started finessing dirty bucks on chime Take it slime, you wait forever thinkin' they gon' give Always knew the game was dirty like a rusty prison shiv Got it by any means I felt that my options was limited I popped it off, 'cause you won't prosper being a timid kid Not having my pops around had an effect on things I did You ever seen a firearm poppin' around, split a wig? The body dropped down on the ground, and the shooter in the wind All you hear is sirens in the town, it's wild where ni**as live Had to change my way of thinking around when I did it big What you after, the cash or the crown? Know the differences The king's crown turn to a guillotine, that's just how sh*t is The love only lasts for so long before they want you hit Coppin' out the chrome, don't care about your accomplishment Another rapper dies everyday, it's all heartlessness Rome and Ran' like Ghost and Rae', y'all novices Criminology pays my pockets 'till I'm prosperous (fu*ka)