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ro ransom – s-rank manifesto lyrics

(intro)
nah no baby no baby no baby no
nah no baby no baby no baby no
nah no baby no baby no baby no
nah no baby no baby no baby no

(verse)
we pull up in that ‘how could you hate us n-gg-?’
rob be cooking, you can’t relate
women stop me on the street like ‘how much longer should we wait?’
i’m like ‘ro ransom so the future that his tape came late’
he’s all devotion, this is a lonely life
but nothing this cl-ssic ever came easy so its only right
we down by east village, these models are uppers, we roam at night
discussing the landscape, laughing my -ss off with the homies like (this sh-t is funny)
‘n-gg-s tryna bring new york back?!’ (let’s push it forward)
man ain’t n-body in my backyard selling crack, it’s a new era
doing donuts in the blue carrera
it ain’t mine though, its my young jawn’s, and she fine though
that’s a side note (that’s a side-note)
don’t act like you too good to be a freak
b-tch, i’m a quarter through my life, we ain’t got time to be modest
why you thought they call me future!? i’m just tryna be honest
heard they calling for the answer, well they finally got it
n-gg- i came up, that’s all me
now the game’s f-cked, that’s b-lls deep
n-gg-s talked sh-t like they wanted beef
but they changed up when they saw me
i’m trying to wake up in that rarri. why? (i love the dough)
f-ck n-gg-s cut, i ain’t sorry bruh (you gotta go)
when greg pops died i said i’m going hard for that n-gg-
i can’t even thank him for treatin’ me like his kid
can’t even drop off a bag for all the sh-t that he did
man, my n-gg- would have been proud of all them hoes that we slid
i told cam’ron i’m from 8th, he said ‘n-gg-, we neighbors!’
took home, home from 40/40, i said ‘n-gg-, we made it!’
i had to turn up on these hoes for every b-tch that we dated
woke up to a naked blonde doing yoga on me, d-mn
flirt cobain, lil’ wayne staley (djiah)
fantasize about blowing out my brains daily
these kids need me though, where they gon get the real?!
these other rappers see b4, i keep it a hunnid like
undertaker lost at mania
not to mention cm punk quit
f-ck sh-t my symmetry’s off
these hoes on me i’m still empty
paranoid cause they too friendly
f-ck inhibition, we dying one day put yourself in position
i’m more myself than ever, they call it going crazy
well i just like to think i’m being open lately
like how that kid outside greenhouse slit through my coat and grazed me
how that’ll go, i’m not sure i’ll let you know
ya’ll went on tour i stayed at home, i knew i could make something better
i ain’t trying to make right now, i’m trying to make it last forever
my n-gg-s down for whatever, one hand up i’m always saying
west side jawn give it away, cause she a red hot chili pepper
boy i’m everywhere was you ever there?
(dance around sh-t b-tch, you fred astaire)
your girl came, off top, like a head of hair (at the barber shop)
or a freestyle, i ain’t never scared
i got no heart and i’m dead in there
this is my city, who’s f-cking with me?
got 150 n-gg-s running with me, all s-rank
shout my skate kids, we don’t take sh-t, f-ck the fake sh-t
put my street n-gg-s on high fashion
what you rap for? old no p-ssion
‘they just do this sh-t’, b-tch i do this sh-t
ain’t got no time to just shoot the sh-t
don’t speak to me, f-cking rap n-gg-s wanna take pictures
but can’t write hooks or no d-mn bridges
f-ck from round ro, go put me back where you found ro
keep your f-cking stream and a download
from the intro to the outro
kept it s-rank with this sound ho, n-gg-
this that ‘do-this-sh-t-for-my-town’ flow, n-gg-

(outro)
if its any girl in this club tonight that look anything like rashida jones can you dance on me?
i need that sh-t right now, let me sing it one more time
if its any girl in this club tonight that look anything like rashida jones can you dance on me?
free drinks on me

- ro ransom lyrics

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