ransom - They Even Talked About Jesus lyrics

rate me

I'm tired of talking 'bout how I'm this and that

How I'm saving the game and how I'm spitting crack

How I'm shaving the 'caine and how I'm flipping packs

They say I had a gift to rap

Last year Christmas time I barely had a gift to wrap

Clearly y'all missed the facts

I'm as nice as J. Cole but old and big and black

I'm the reincarnation of Pun, BIG, and Stacks

I'm as ill as that beef between 'Kiss and Mack

Yo, matter fact

I'm like Drake on steroids, Kendrick without the curly fade

Ross with a 6-pack, Brooklyn nigga but Jersey raised

'Pac without a hologram

I'm equivalent to Hova on a Dolla' Van

I don't think you got it, fam

Fat Joe, Nas and 'Cam

Mad blow chopping grams

Ab-Soul, Dr. damn Dre whipping pots N' pans

Yay with the Glock in hand

You put that all together, what you got is Ran

Niggas can't stop the man

Can't stop the Don

Switch to the vodka rom

And I won't sit till every clip in the chopper gone

Niggas wanna grapple with me, I don't see an Octagon

I'm a ex-felon, rap divas can't Chaka Khan

Been ill since my pops was gone

That explains how I got this strong

That explains how the flames down in hell got it hot this long

Covered in gas, why my bop so calm?

Why I drop those bombs?

You assed out, why you cop those thongs?

Verbal assassin, I ain't got no songs

But I ain't finish yet

I do this shit to vent

Fuck all your magazine covers and all your big events

I load a magazine brother and catch a 5th attempt

If niggas try and switch the bench

Half of a Slowbuck, nigga, will get you 50 Cent

Do your math better

Late night dice games, I was the ass better

Shotty in my black leather

I'm tired of these mimics and jokes

Try laughing while I'm slitting your throat, cocksucker