Ruthless - Produkt

Born to lose, I’m going to die a king

Built to win, go ahead size the ring

Bow your heads, you in the presence of God

Knowledge of self, will never question the cards

Creator of life, temper to take it

Caught up in this plight, am I Elijah or Jacob

Flight or fall, who got the balls to jump

Fight or frail, we gonna brawl for months

Fry the scales, I got the corner crunched

Move swift, fade for lose lips

Ruthless with a taste for Ruth Chris

Blood on my knife, I bite till the tooth chips

Love or spite, I fight till the pulpit

Bullshit I could hear it on your tone boy

Full clip I ain’t leaving it at home boy

The more he talk, the less I believe

The less I say, is just the more I mean

Press play I’m bringing all my team

Till I rest I lay I’m painting all I’ve scene

I just pray I see all I’ve dreamed

Sharp mind, run my finger down a fine blade

Play the edge, I be leaning trying to find faith

Blunt steaming leave my demons in the fireplace

Pray the angels bring a halo to a dark place

Play the angles I’m an architect of odd shapes

Turn the tables baby I just need a hard ace

Got to tangle you a target when you pavaid

Got to strangle i don’t got no time to parlay

Get it how you live, this the rules of the rollers

What you rather hear nigga, fool or a soldier

Tying up the timbs, low the brim get the toaster

See me on a limp, not a gimp don’t approach us

I don’t got no patience bout my paper, I’m gone ride

Smiles all on they faces, but theres hate all in they eyes

I watch them all sliver

Will never ball wit us, going watch em all wither

Fuck em all nigga

Heavy weigh the crown can you see the thorns in it