Gluttony - Ransom, Lloyd Banks

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