Ransom ft. Freddie Gibbs - Demise Lyrics

Uh-huh
It's real glorious
(Dream team)
Painful at the same time though
I know y'all hear me
Presidential
Yeah

When two gangstas collide ('llide)
You can look a nigga eye to eye
And tell him why (tell him why)
Somebody probably gotta die (die)
Them niggas sitting plotting our demise
We on the rise (on the rise)
These two gangstas arrive (yeah)
A man is not a man without his pride
It's no surprise (no surprise)
Our main goal's to survive (yeah)
Until my soul's floating in the sky
I tell 'em why

Me and Gibbs back to back fuck the middleman (yeah)
Big chopper say hello to my little friend (what up?)
On the corner playing dice until I win again
Fuck the law, put me in the ring to fight Zimmerman (yes)
Homicide looking for a fingerprint (nah)
We at the Rose Bar toasting to my ignorance
These crackers can't believe that I'm innocent (no)
Jon Gotti swag hopping in the limo Benz
The gritty tales from a nigga from a dark block (block)
Rest in peace to that nigga that's from Far Rock
And to this very day it's still a soft spot (why?)
I wish I had a last word before his heart stopped (damn)
I swear these rap niggas is a joke
Every nigga got a choppa, every nigga selling coke (nope)
I'm the type of nigga that you don't wanna approach
Killing paper with this pen 'cause it's murder that I wrote (yeah, yeah, right)

When two gangstas collide ('llide)
You can look a nigga eye to eye
And tell him why (tell him why)
Somebody probably gotta die (why?)
Them niggas sitting plotting our demise
We on the rise (on the rise)
These two gangstas arrive (yeah)
A man is not a man without his pride
It's no surprise (no surprise)
Our main goal's to survive (yeah)
Until my soul's floating in the sky
I tell 'em why

Yeah, this that razors-harp guillotine rap
Straight out the land of microwave crack and machine gats (yeah)
Trip to New York, I bet niggas buy what I bring back (yeah)
Life sentence worth of dope in the trunk I done seen that
OG's never showed me, was way too greedy to teach me
I'll chunk a deuce and throw up the Rollie, no need for speakin' (yeah)
Don't need a bitch to picture me rollin' to see me creepin'
Or I'll pop out with that choppa, we even bust at polices
I got donkey in that super sport
I'm valet parking on candy, you in that Uber, boy
Black 45 with no masks, that's how I do ya, boy (uh)
Nigga, what the fuck you got shooters if you ain't gon' use 'em for?
You losin', boy, gangsta got your bitch to blow me with
Barry White on the Beats Pill
Freddie Kane, baby, the wolf dressed as the sheep still
Nigga went from straight don status to dirty black bastard
Evil seed 'til I bleed, hold it down for Ransom, uh (yeah, yeah)

When two gangstas collide ('llide)
You can look a nigga eye to eye
And tell him why (tell him why)
Somebody probably gotta die (why?)
Them niggas sitting plotting our demise
We on the rise (on the rise)
These two gangstas arrive (yeah)
A man is not a man without his pride
It's no surprise (no surprise)
Our main goal's to survive (yeah)
Until my soul's floating in the sky
I tell 'em why