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ransom – start to finish / its ransom lyrics

f-ck it, n-gg-, i’m back, ain’t no one man to rap
can stop this train on its tracks, i’m the realest n-gg- 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. motherf-cker
on that madisons if you survive. motherf-cker
who side you on? you see me on tmz, you hate me for being me
so f-ck that b-tch 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 n-gg- on this side to toss ’em a shot
the first n-gg- on this side that thought he was hot
ask that n-gg- big krit, who’s the first that he spit with?
when rappers coming up i’m that n-gg- they tryna get with
but when the tables turn i get treated just like a misfit
an outcast, give me 3000 more, i can outcl-ss
i’m screaming where my real n-gg-s
these old n-gg-s is running behind these lil’ n-gg-s
some philly n-gg-s, 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 n-gg-s that turned they back on me, relaxed on me
b-tches that never asked for me, they cr-pped 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 f-ck
’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 cl-ssic
this n-gg- is still acid, my pops dead, that makes me a real b-st-rd
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 f-cking veteran, and y’all n-gg-s know who i’m better than

take them n-gg-s for ransom, take them b-tches 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 n-gg-s tried to get low on ’em, they told on ’em
they called, i hung up the phone on ’em

- ransom lyrics

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