Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sloth, artist - Ransom. Date of issue: 06.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sloth |
| What is livin' with no obsessions? |
| Got no discretions, you know the reference behold the essence |
| Know the lessons, how you handle your liquor when holdin' weapons |
| I done took this hoodie off and the villain’s my own reflection |
| Soul possession of a sober perception with no deception, no depression |
| Life’s a test, niggas blessed when they know the questions |
| Hope for blessings, but |
| I ain’t gon' pray in no church to get 'em, curse the reverend |
| 'Cause he fake, only snakes got a thirst for venom |
| Search my denim, then |
| Fire this piece like I burnt the emblem, first amendment |
| Spit a fiery piece like a verse from Lemon (Lemon) |
| They say that a liar’s the worse defendant |
| We ain’t breakin' no rules but it’s hurts to bend 'em |
| Turnt the pendulum, now it’s swingin' in our direction |
| A martyr stressin', Satan’s tryna ruin ya bidness but you got God investin' |
| Hard to question, harbour these dark infections they start infestin' |
| Father left him, now I’m the greatest rapper, a star was destined (A star was |
| destined) |
| You choose a path or it chooses you (Chooses you) |
| Don’t let your master confuse ya view (Confuse ya view) |
| A near disaster is beautiful |
| The first to disregard all his work is last in his cubicle (In his cubicle) |
| Uh, like that kid from Nazareth, Jerusalem |
| Born to lead, niggas they still attack and abusin' you |
| Hear the laughs and amusement through the speakers |
| Who critiques us worse than our, own reflections? |
| Respect to the true believers |
| Uber eats, deliver food for thought |
| These niggas tricky like true or false, I’m true to fault |
| But I do raw with fewer faults |
| They blowin' smoke, spittin' hookah bars |
| Come 'bout my dough, I need them Gouda balls |
| Who’s to call when you’re pursuin' guidance? |
| Who’s winnin' and who’s survivin'? |
| Who’s stealin' and who’s providin'? |
| You’ll find those answers can scissor through disguises |
| They fake tough, but behind closed doors really be Dru Tejada |
| Juvenile, just so you understand I give you slow motion |
| Flow’s colder than ice rinks in Nov' Scotia |
| Most omens be right under your nose and you won’t notice |
| Once broken, trust can cause a division, a gross quotient |
| Readin' Braille with 20/20, I see clearer than ever |
| Only strive to keep my spirit together |
| Time has limits, so I spit it with intentions, I’ll be livin' forever |
| And once I’m gone, they’ll treat my lyrics as treasure |
| I feel like Beckham just, peep how I kick it, the new Vinatieri |
| But everything is natural hair, just juices and berries |
| One of the best at dodgin' blows, but it’s useful to Parry |
| I only hide from the lies, the truth shouldn’t scare you, nigga… |