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ransom & nicholas craven - goodtime lyrics

[intro: ransom]
let me take yall on a little tour real quick
walk with me

[verse 1: ransom]
you see dat stove there?
that’s where i would get it on
the same stove my mom was cooking thanksgiving dinner
on the same oven that when the heat was off
that sh+t was on
when the burners ain’t work, we lit a tissue to cl!ck it on (real sh+t)
what you know about having shootouts with six troopers
tried to search the vehicle had a brick in some b+tch uber
n+ggas singin, but i keep somethin heavy to lyft luther
beat the case, a couple lawyers
two jews like smith shuster
i’m not ya homie, i don’t know y’all
don’t wanna hear ya stories bout ya plug duckin the coast gaurd
my shooters on the bench
just prey to god that they don’t start
ran, you should be an actor
i was, in front the parole board
now i’m marty ozark obtaining wealth
i used to p+ss on the floor when they was raidin cells
my brother was worst than me cause he was raised in jail
mama gave birth to demons, now she was raisin h+ll
know you feel the pain as well
weight is off, blame the scale
got n+ggas rolling in deep, but nah this ain’t adele
stay the co+rs+, plain as brail
faint of heart, save ya tails
i brought the cig on stage like i was dave chappelle
and i aim it well
they ain’t have to live dis grind
we used to fight at the table when it was dinner time
now my drink got a twist of lime
who you n+ggas foolin’
’cause we ain’t got a bit of time
you didn’t run wit us, but now you here at the finish line
[chorus: steve god cook$]
told n+ggas i would get a brick
then went and got a brick
told n+ggas i would get a brick
where they ain’t got it
told n+ggas i would get it lit
then i got it lit
(told you i would get it lit)
i told n+ggas i was gonna get the big body
then i swerved up in the big body
big body
i told my shooters, if we miss ’em
we gon’ spin around again

[verse 2: stove god cook$]
when the money low the pressure of the blood high
i used to want the white mercedes bug eyed
got it out the mud made the doves fly
ain’t no pain like when the plug die
big homie told me don’t you let em owe you one dime
usain bolt wit my n+gga run mine
you know we get busy in the sunshine
you know i’m sending mf doom to do the gun firing
untied it
the bricks came gift wrapped
of course i hit it wit the whip whap, the footprint pack
this that, made it happen where n0body ever made it happen at
they lighting candles where they caught him lackin at
back when we was rocking avirexs with the jacket patch
had it stuffed in the mattress flipping like a acrobat
on the second floor water whippin cracker jack
brought the glass down to they ass like the shaq attack
[chorus: steve god cook$]
told n+ggas i would get a brick
then went and got a brick
told n+ggas i would get a brick
where they ain’t got it
told n+ggas i would get it lit
then i got it lit
(told you i would get it lit)
i told n+ggas i was gonna get the big body
then i swerved up in the big body
big body
i told my shooters, if we miss ’em
we gon’ spin around again

[verse 3: che noir]
i was young fresh as h+ll
i would fiend over s+x and nails
n+ggas catchin sh+lls
from guns heavy as kettle bells
i rose to the ritz from a ghetto where you expect to fail
goals to get rich but move so low they could never tell
was feared comin up
this for them times we cried tears wantin love
they watched us starve and wouldn’t share with none of us
bossed up and made it hard from them to hear from one of us
so hard that these n+ggas couldn’t even ear hustle us
i get hate from the ones who ain’t put the work in
so now they mad at me
my wins ain’t adding up to these n+ggas it’s simple math to me
what separates a boss from the workers, is they salary
what separates the winners from losers, is they strategy
it’s feelin like the new jim crow
they put a man in the system take all his rights then refuse his vote
them teachers had y’all sleep
take ya money, buy the block back
and turn that b+tch to the new black wall street
[chorus: steve god cook$]
told n+ggas i would get a brick
then went and got a brick
told n+ggas i would get a brick
where they ain’t got it
told n+ggas i would get it lit
then i got it lit
(told you i would get it lit)
i told n+ggas i was gonna get the big body
then i swerved up in the big body
big body
i told my shooters, if we miss ’em
we gon’ spin around again

told n+ggas i would get a brick
then went and got a brick
told n+ggas i would get a brick
where they ain’t got it
told n+ggas i would get it lit
then i got it lit
(told you i would get it lit)
i told n+ggas i was gonna get the big body
then i swerved up in the big body
big body
i told my shooters, if we miss ’em
we gon’ spin around again

- ransom nicholas craven lyrics

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