lirik lagu rj payne - there will be blood
[intro: ransom]
yeah
sh~t terrifying, man
y’all should be really terrified, boy
yeah, uh~huh
[verse 1: ransom]
payne and ransom, we aim and got ’em
grave and solemn, solemnly swear to tear ’til your frame is rotten
save your problems (save that sh~t)
i’m the rapper’s version of david goggins
pain is throbbin’; enter my sight and i will erase your login
face your goblins (ah), that’s eye~to~eye with your demons
i’m side by side with these heathens; to my surprise, i’m the reason
i’m idolized in these regions, the fakest dudes i could break in two
get taken, too ~ you feelin’ like liam neeson or rae carruth?
let’s play the truth, show ’em the ropes
’cause i’m ’bout to raise the noose, i’ll break the truce
put holes in your throat the size of a basic fruit (doo doo doo doo)
just lace your boots, you ain’t prepared for war if you scared to draw
i’ll paint the roof, the sixteen chapel, grapple and shake the booth
this fake abuse (whoo), who really want drama with young osama?
1~0 bomba, i don’t ever miss sh~lls from the gun, your honor
one who ponders (yeah)
gets caught lackin’ back of his mother’s honda
son’ll bomb ya, got some african k!llers that’s from ukanda
i’m a mamba (let’s go), i hustle like master p with a half a ki
a slab at least, i turn a fantastic feat to a drastic leap
i know some k!llers that love to put in work, that won’t last a week
you askin’ me? the art of tranquility’s how you master peace
you half~asleep, i stuck in a plastic piece, i’ma smash the streets
a b~st~rd’s speech; you ever seen acid leak on a classic beat?
the last degree, i’m hotter than molten lava, the old sinatra
glass of [?] (sh~t), or maybe some golden vodka
unload the chopper, r~r~raa!
[verse 2: rj payne]
my soul or chakras cold as a covid doctor, the old baraka
boulder chopper, baggin’ up pillows the size of oprah knockers
[?] like i’m from opa~locka, close to lockup
b~tch, whatever, we stick together like ghost and tasha
smoke with rastas
this drink for my daddy, let’s toast to papa
quote a box, and n~gga, we get it shakin’ like both maracas
smokin’ proper
these rappers are p~ssy, they soakin’ boxers, choke imposters
pull up on n~ggas shootin’, like, “no que pasa”
bust a move, i got somethin’ big in the trunk
we ain’t friends, it’s f~ck you, n~gga, suck my d~ck from the jump
the russian stick with the pump, rubber grip on the front
and ufos are real, i sat in the mothership with a blunt
payne ~ i’m inexplicably great
the dispensary got me high as the penitentiary gates
press so hard on the paper, pen eventually breaks
the max [?], a quarter century in your face
it fell in my lap, i’m tellin’ the facts, fellas adapt
any issue? we pistol whip you until your skeleton crack
out for the paper, that’s how i fell in the trap
let a bullet battle my haters, then we can sell it to smack, n~gga
i’m the greatest alive, blatantly
ain’t a surprise, i knew it the day that god created me
stay inside, bullets’ll paint your ride creatively
they get robbed, depending what they decide to say to me
payne
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