Lyrics Gluttony - Ransom, Lloyd Banks

Gluttony

Praise God…
Why would you doubt the charge?
I belong here in hell
Your prayers are worthless here
What is that sound, more demons?
Always been vicious, never hired shooters
Fire rugers, violent bruisers known to start riots and then incite the looters
Make sly maneuvers when you slide in Ubers, high abusers
Life is easy, when ya tops down and ya know ya dyin ruthless
Apply the blueprint if you still in streets
I know, it’s hard to get io for work when you sleep in silky sheets
It’s 'bout time, thre’s always an opinion when niggas doubt mine
I shoot prfect from 3, and they’ll say you miss from the foul line
I get sick with these foul lines
The shotty erase thoughts and blow out minds
Ya body get traced in chalk when it’s outlined, huh
Whether you hate or love us, pray the judges take our brothers
Fools’ll learn from mistakes, a genius learn from mistakes of others
Devastation, every phrase I utter shakes the gutter
Said to Satan, «wait for supper, whoever don’t get a plate will suffer»
Hateful suckers, I am too cerebral for you foolish people
Too deceitful, a money tree can only leave roots of evil