Gluttony Lyrics

[Intro: Dante]
Praise God...
Why would you doubt the church?
I belong here in hell
Your prayers are worthless here
What is that sound, more demons?

[Verse 1: Ransom]
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, don't feel relief
I know, it's hard to get up for work when you sleep in silky sheets
It's 'bout timе, there's always an opinion when niggas doubt minе
I shoot perfect from 3, and they'll say you miss from the foul line
I get sick with these foul lines
The shotty erase ya 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 [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, time to kick down the door again, clear the city for slaughterin'
Awful town, nigga caught up in
Not on his side, ya (?) then
I done went overboard with sin
You playin' games, think 'fore you slip that quarter in
Ain't no pain like the family kickin' ya organs in
Palace to raise my daughters in
Watch ya step for the screws I'm missin', cruel conditions
Few collisions, spinnin' blocks for superstition
Jake popped out, the coupe went missin'
(?), these f*ckin' babies need supervision
I don't know what's worse now, the bullets or fuel prescriptions?
Wannabes wanna confuse tradition, (?) spaghetti legend
A masterpiece is a one day errand
22 3's and 187's
Blew through G's, that bread's a weapon
(?) through beef, ya bed's in heaven
Rule (?) they'll double cross you, (?) better present
Accurate stories don't take convincin', liars can't back and forth me
(?) costly, you ain't seen nothin', hood taught us that since shorties
Back up off me, Gucci in traffic, one of you bastards saw me
Platinum .40, 20 years later, lookin' for caskets call me...

[Outro: Dante]
Forgive me for all of my wicked sins

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