ransom - The Departed lyrics

rate me

Hoes told me I’ll never make it, never

Pops used to beat on me

Mom had to take it

The neighbors had to call the police on me

Now I’m on the matrix

Talking ballistics on me

When no muscle is hard to hustle with flees on me

I can feel when they breathe on me

I’m in the fire, a hundred thousand degrees on me

An outsider, rubbing like Williams

It’s the last hope I’m bringing the gang back

We’re on the same rope

We’re singing the same track

And for the same fool we ain’t fixin’ the same trap

Clickin’ that thing back

Yeah, I’m flipping the same hat

And the crooks, they ain’t happy

Just a little human form

I’m God ,but in human form

Yeah,you’re a god in uniform

Ain’t no cold cases and no prison sales

You ain’t seen a godfather

Always been stuck in violence

You saw my neck

A less bucket challenge

I wreck computers,

Respect my shooters

Restless losers

Just started having class

Shooting slugs ,just after math

You ain’t wanna fuck with them

Chop up them

On the block, we ain’t got no love,fool

You forgot about them

Nigga you can’t move

You ain’t tryin’ to steal with them

You can’t even eat a meal with them

Damn

To your surprise

This motherfucker still got it