Ransom owns the funeral home, but the hearse is mine
The spot I got for you deep in the dirt is fine
Lay you to rest, the shyt that I possess is nothin' you could search or find
One of a kind, they all unrefined so they can't fukk with mine
They hate I'm winnin', never will me and those corny fukks align
Had to adjust my grind, started finessing dirty bucks on chime
Take it slime, you wait forever thinkin' they gon' give
Always knew the game was dirty like a rusty prison shiv
Got it by any means I felt that my options was limited
I popped it off, 'cause you won't prosper being a timid kid
Not having my pops around had an effect on things I did
You ever seen a firearm poppin' around, split a wig?
The body dropped down on the ground, and the shooter in the wind
All you hear is sirens in the town, it's wild where nikkas live
Had to change my way of thinking around when I did it big
What you after, the cash or the crown? Know the differences
The king's crown turn to a guillotine, that's just how shyt is
The love only lasts for so long before they want you hit
Coppin' out the chrome, don't care about your accomplishment
Another rapper dies everyday, it's all heartlessness - Rome Streetz
WWCD wasn’t even about the production it was about how terrible WSG was on that shyt. Forreal that’s one of the worst performances by a group member in group album history 
