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BLOOD STAINS ON COLISEUM FLOORS
Ransom
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This shit real scripture, man
Ancient scriptures, man, it's like embedded in me, man
Ya niggas ain't reading the room right, man
Shit should be hieroglyphics in a temple somewhere, man
I was made for these bright lights, but never fond of these applause
Blood stains on the coliseum floors
You can slave for the right price or take what's honestly been yours
Much pain on these coliseum floors
When an artists shoots for the stars, the people gotta see him draw
A thug slain on thesะต coliseum floors
Why believะต in ya faith when every prophecies ignored?
Enough games on these coliseum floors
I'm not a team player, I'm MJ never swinging the rock
Over 20 years in this game, gave it everything that I got
They say every king has a shot, in the past I often bragged about
Everything that I am, well here's everything that I'm not
I'm not no Pan-African black power speaker in tight linen
Out of shape, indulging in drugs, liquor, and white women
Thug griping and ice grilling
I'm not one who enjoys blood spilling but I'm willing
Rapper who gets punched in the face and now he's a prime villain?
Online killing only thing he's wasting is time
I guess this nigga just time killing
This not, one of them ones that think he's a big shot
But can still radiate the same shine that got BIG shot
My condolences
Let's throw flowers in the same grave that he's rolling over in
These rappers who ain't gave him no praise and they still quoting him
These niggas in a daze and I pray that there's still hope for them
What I'm not is what most become
I'm the leader of men, boy, my shit like art in a mausoleum
Ya features get sold for crumbs inside an artists DM
My playlist was made by the heavens, only the gods can stream him
Picture perfect, my frames only built for the coliseums
Ya gotta see 'em, me and Conductor is hell
Only one that's waving them sticks, how I'm conducting my self
Rather unruly, most times not even trusting my self
Serving customers while ya'll niggas got accustomed to hell
I was made for these bright lights, but never fond of these applause
Blood stains on the coliseum floors
You can slave for the right price or take what's honestly been yours
Much pain on these coliseum floors
When an artists shoots for the stars, the people gotta see him draw
A thug slain on these coliseum floors
Why believe in ya faith when every prophecies ignored?
Enough games on these coliseum floors
So much pain on these coliseum floors
I am, in a world, of shit
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