There Will Be Blood

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ransom] Look, I grew up poor but didn't dream poor I always seen more while peekin' through bullet holes in my screen door Always haunted me when they scream more I've seen extreme gore, been in more wars than most of marine corps Yeah, fuck you postin' a meme for? Shit, we win and check out my team score Who ever thought I'd make the age of forty? After Pain & Glory, I was still hidin' work and guns in a jean drawer (Woo!) Ironically, I was cookin', was servin' fiends raw Done seen chalk, talkin' too dirty'll get you cleaned off Serene thoughts, mind over matter although I seem lost Supreme boss, invested in tech and makin' machines talk (Bla-ouw!) This how the game's played, rewind and analyze throughout my brainwaves I used to fantasize about cocaine raids In the booth you can hear my chain wave Whippin' a foreign how we remain slaves Play it back and I scream more (Yeah) [Chorus: Ransom] It's feelin' like we at a crossroads (Crossroads) I hope we all grow (All grow), pour out some liquor for these lost souls (Yeah) I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw!) And I'm on tour so (Tour so), don't run up on me like you lost bro (Nah) It's feelin' like we at a crossroads (Crossroads) I hope we all grow (All grow), pour out some Louie for these lost souls (Yeah) I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw!) And I'm on tour so (Tour so), I pray that 12 don't get us all bro (Nah) [Verse 2: Che Noir] Look, I had a dream to see loot Frustrated teens just turn to casualties on the news From where if you ain't eat at home, you had to eat it at school Back when mama filled my face with vaseline before school It was hard, we used to struggle with no heat, we were stressed The couch or floor was your bed, gotta sleep fully dressed Just a minor by the time you took ya feet off the steps Now a gat you gotta keep by ya bed, nigga Pistol like (?), trigger finger, aim, spray ya head Concrete where he laid and bled Shoot his ass again in case he playin' dead All my shooters got Jamaican dreads On your head I place a bet If you ain't got my money, bitch, I'm takin' heads Most of these niggas panic in war I got a plan from the Lord to help me handle a storm I watched niggas take a seat and wave they hand to report Pointin' fingers like a poster of Uncle Sam in the port, damn [Chorus: Ransom] It's feelin' like we at a crossroads (Crossroads) I hope we all grow (All grow), pour out some liquor for these lost souls (Yeah) I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw!) And I'm on tour so (Tour so), don't run up on me like you lost bro (Nah) It's feelin' like we at a crossroads (Crossroads) I hope we all grow (All grow), pour out some Louie for these lost souls (Yeah) I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw!) And I'm on tour so (Tour so), I pray that 12 don't get us all bro (Nah)