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ether q - they say they love you lyrics

[produced by agony the beatmaker]

[verse 1: ether q]
if you wanna get stacks you pitch bags flip crack and ran sums
kidnap for ransom cl1ck clack they ran some
told drop bars and the big stacks you fathom
plus always had a dream to spit crack with ransom
kept it lyrical yet my net was less numerical
n0body f-cked with it like the s-x venereal
feeling like i had the best material
should’ve pitched for the plug or lifted some trucks
cause ain’t getting paid less you spit for the clubs
trusted executives wanna be the best to spit
checks and chicks k!lled the competiveness
fans just wanna see stars, jack thriller
ransom, who we are, we them rap k!llers (yessir)
so i’m focused on f-cking the models
buckets in bottles i want hundreds like lotto
chasing it fast clutching a throttle
puffing an owl in a f-cking diablo
look at the past mistakes, i toughen and swallow
wishing i would’ve stopped time, like budden versus hollow, follow (ya!)
rip pads put the pen to the paper
live fast spit raps with compet-tive nature
get back relax don’t be testing my anger
veteran nature, step to the majors
alone, in my quest for great
labels keep ya money i’m a be the best you wait (muf-ckas)

[bridge: ether q]
this sh-t ain’t about no b-tch though
it’s bout this corrupt -ss rap game
but you could bet that we getting paid
and bet that we taking over
[ransom]
let’s go

[verse 2: ransom]
i know yal muf-ckas know the game change (yessir)
still i gotta keep the same flame
that fire burning that higher learning
that remy’s in me so i name names (so i name names)
you know i keep the same pain (yessir)
so you know it’s hard to maintain
keep a sane brain tryna claim fame
but in the same vein i had to slang cane
and that’s facts, yeah, never no act
i ain’t never ever going back
sipping on yac, tryna keep my mind on racks
i ain’t got no time for a rap
f-ck this rap sh-t, everybody plastic
everybody actors, everybody wanna bounce bars on trap sh-t
i ain’t got access
say i’m too hardcore bullets in my car door
do it for the practice
never showing love (never, never)
but i will hold a grudge and i will throw it up
for my n-ggas in the streets pull a trigger on the heat
cause i do it for the blood
i don’t wanna hear sh-t
how you sell more drugs, how you got more whips, man f-ck that sh-t
if it ain’t hot i don’t touch that sh-t (nah)
rappers run game i don’t trust that sh-t

[bridge: ransom]
n-gga i’m me
that’s what i’m gon be, my n-gga i’m me
that’s what i’m gon be, my n-gga i’m me
can’t wait til you see my n-gga i’m me
[ether q]
ha, and i’m e

[verse 3: ether q]
eq speak truths these tunes be soothing to my soul
moving to my goals cruising for the gold
heating the game like rugers unload-ing
double dutch cl1ck jump and hold for ransom
f-ck with us kid get thrown like tantrums
upper cut chins bow nose like jackson
coming up quick this the solider’s anthem

- ether q lyrics

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