ransom

ransom - Start To Finish / Its Ransom lyrics

rate me

Fuck it, nigga, I’m back, ain’t no one man to rap

Can stop this train on its tracks, I’m the realest nigga in rap

Currently and before this, heard and seen what you all missed

‘Cause I will never stop till my currency’s on the Forbes list

It’s do or die. motherfucker

On that Madisons if you survive. motherfucker

Who side you on? You see me on TMZ, you hate me for being me

So fuck that bitch and the powers that be

Now you’ve been warned

I’m calm, I got that from growing old

You sold them souls, made a lot of money but sold your soul, this soldier’s cold

Foolery will get you nowhere, don’t even go there

It’s so clear, got a sixth sense, they call me co-sin

Did a song with J Roc and Kendrick, do your forensics

Search for all the clues, I pray that you get offended

The first nigga on this side to toss ‘em a shot

The first nigga on this side that thought he was hot

Ask that nigga Big KRIT, who’s the first that he spit with?

When rappers coming up I’m that nigga they tryna get with

But when the tables turn I get treated just like a misfit

An outcast, give me 3000 more, I can outclass

I’m screaming where my real niggas

These old niggas is running behind these lil’ niggas

Some Philly niggas, the biggest slave on the plantation

But I own my masters, don’t keep the feds waiting

He is so aware of himself that the absurdity of it all is killing him

Emitted from the wrong womb, at the wrong time, under the wrong sign

All them niggas that turned they back on me, relaxed on me

Bitches that never asked for me, they crapped on me

You never got on a track for me, you spat on me

So let me explain these tats on me

It's that story, it's that pain, it's that glory, it's that chain

It's that shorty, is that for me? I'll probably never know

They say I'll never blow, but I don't give a fuck

‘Cause I ain't giving up, this time I let ‘em know

This lyricism is driven by how I'm living

I ain't fibbin', I'm just giving ‘em gangsta and a gentlemen

Maybe an Illmatic, maybe he still has it

Maybe he'll be the one that delivers a real classic

This nigga is still acid, my pops dead, that makes me a real bastard

This Trinidadians carrying like Arian Foster

I was forced to being a foster child, used to run wild with crack vials

But now I serve raw to arenas and packed crowds

Ransom’s a fucking veteran, and y'all niggas know who I'm better than

Take them niggas for ransom, take them bitches for ransom

Take them children for ransom, paying fees, it's handsome

Suckers I can't stand ‘em, bullets is what I hand ‘em

Give that ransom money to Ransom

Take them niggas for ransom, take them bitches for ransom

Take them children for ransom, paying fees, it's handsome

Suckers I can't stand ‘em, bullets is what I hand ‘em

Give that ransom money to Ransom

All these niggas tried to get low on ‘em, they told on ‘em

They called, I hung up the phone on ‘em

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