Ronin

I'd rather be living off the land
But I'm living as man with fixed crimson on hands
And I've done a lot of shit I'm not proud of
That carousel come round that shouting get louder
But that's about time I start hunting on some new streets
All redemption paths got some bumps before the view peaks
And every great man been confronted with the losing
Truth is, hun, this ain't no motherfucking movie
Dreams don't come true but, fuck if I'ma lose sleep
Ima get the jump on mine clutchin on an uzi
Ruthless like everyone I told ya get the fuck down
I'm basically a ghost. I could throw up dust by sundown
Run around these sunny towns where no ones knows the rundown
Of the ronin from the cold or the throats he had to cut down
Roots don't run deep and I camouflage my trunk now
And I ain't see a soul that I could trust 'round

Disappointments: Gift that keeps giving
When I finally think that targets hit I keep missing
Fueled by some anger and a split decision
Missed the mission cuz I never split decisions
Live to fit God's plan, live with his god damn expectations
But I'm only a man
Run around these sunny towns where no ones knows the rundown
Of the ronin from the cold or the throats he had to cut down

When I die I just hope I die bloody
With my eyes wide open so I know the sky's sunny
Can't control my pride, known to strike like cobra bites from it
Life a bitch with a loaded 9, oversized drum and
When she gets you in her sights you went overtime buddy
Every single days a gamble I just roll the dice lucky
Toe the line they all say
Well who the fuck are they all
I expect an answer or I'm shooting up this bank vault
Bang bang shoot em up what mothefucker
Leave a trail of dollar bills in the mud motherfucker
Couple loose ends. Heard they're hole up down in uptown
I'm basically a pro. I could sew this up by sun down
Run around these sunny towns where no ones knows the rundown
Of the ronin from the cold or the throats he had to cut down
Roots don't run deep and I camouflage my trunk now
And I ain't see a soul that I could trust round
And lord knows I ain't perfect
And lord knows I ain't try to be
Got that P80 hanging out the window of that Maserati
One day he can tell me how he feel about it

Disappointments: Gift that keeps giving
When I finally think that targets hit I keep missing
Fueled by some anger and a split decision
Missed the mission cuz I never split decisions
Live to fit God's plan, live with his god damn expectations
But I'm only a man
Run around these sunny towns where no ones knows the rundown
Of the ronin from the cold or the throats he had to cut down

And lord knows I ain't perfect
And lord knows I ain't try to be
Got that P80 hanging out the window of that Maserati
One day he can tell me how he feel about it
And lord knows I ain't perfect
And lord knows I ain't try to be
P80 hanging out that window
One day he can tell me how he feeling