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ransom & harry fraud – the losses lyrics

[verse 1]
yes, early dinners at sal and pepe
grilled lobster over the pasta, that’s al dente
fluent in spanish ’cause most of my pals are esés
so instead of saying, “serve me some white”, i say, “pasta leche”
lucrative deals in the stadium as the mets play
i spent most of my years on my career just trying to catch jay
but he ain’t give that title up
and most of these n+ggas can’t stand the sight of us
retired a game and gave it the midas touch
line ‘еm up, rich paul of this league ’cause i am clutch
flying what? ovеrseas, n0body on the flight but us
tighten up, stay woke, if life was a game then i’d be a great coach
got stabbed in the back twice but the blade broke
and now i send my daughter to private school with an island view
beside a pool, my favorite phrase is “who invited you?”
while y’all stuck in a house sick trying to fight a flu
i’m out in paris in [?] trying to price a shoe

[chorus]
yeah, what glitters ain’t always gold
you never know what you know til you never do what you’re told
from out the concrete, a seed that grew to a rose
yeah, i can tell you new to these flows so
allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is
i don’t need to include myself, i’m famous
from street corner to corner office and all the bosses
you gotta focus on winning but don’t ignore the losses
[verse 2]
yeah, we’re at 11 madison park
where the chef done mastered the arts and obsession after his dark
see he got this technique where he pressing half of the shark
on the grill ’cause it only tastes pleasant after the char
feel the presence passing the bar, i swear i felt the holy ghost
dave chappelle grabbed me gladly and then he told some jokes
blowing smoke, if whiskey was called a drug, we would overdose
know the ropes, ex+drug dealer but i’ll say no to coke
tom ford, screaming out “bonjour” from a concord
no encore ’cause we are not on tour, we are on board
yelling out to zion, chill kid, she a p+rn star
but you can’t win a game if you constantly keep the wrong score
poor, fly pelican fly
them guys jealous of i, neck ties sever them ties, why?
look, we in antigua playing anita baker
if you force us to leave this island then you gon’ meet your maker

- ransom harry fraud lyrics

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