Ransom Start To Finish Its Ransom Lyrics
Start To Finish / Its Ransom by Ransom
Fuck it, nigga, I'm back, ain't no one man to rap
Can stop this train on its tracks, I'm the realest nigga 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. motherfucker
On that Madisons if you survive. motherfucker
Who side you on? You see me on TMZ, you hate me for being me
So fuck that bitch 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 nigga on this side to toss 'em a shot
The first nigga on this side that thought he was hot
Ask that nigga Big KRIT, who's the first that he spit with?
When rappers coming up I'm that nigga they tryna get with
But when the tables turn I get treated just like a misfit
An outcast, give me 3000 more, I can outclass
I'm screaming where my real niggas
These old niggas is running behind these lil' niggas
Some Philly niggas, 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 niggas that turned they back on me, relaxed on me
Bitches that never asked for me, they crapped 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 fuck
'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 classic
This nigga is still acid, my pops dead, that makes me a real bastard
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 fucking veteran, and y'all niggas know who I'm better than
Take them niggas for ransom, take them bitches 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
Take them niggas for ransom, take them bitches 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 niggas tried to get low on 'em, they told on 'em
They called, I hung up the phone on 'em
Can stop this train on its tracks, I'm the realest nigga 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. motherfucker
On that Madisons if you survive. motherfucker
Who side you on? You see me on TMZ, you hate me for being me
So fuck that bitch 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 nigga on this side to toss 'em a shot
The first nigga on this side that thought he was hot
Ask that nigga Big KRIT, who's the first that he spit with?
When rappers coming up I'm that nigga they tryna get with
But when the tables turn I get treated just like a misfit
An outcast, give me 3000 more, I can outclass
I'm screaming where my real niggas
These old niggas is running behind these lil' niggas
Some Philly niggas, 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 niggas that turned they back on me, relaxed on me
Bitches that never asked for me, they crapped 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 fuck
'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 classic
This nigga is still acid, my pops dead, that makes me a real bastard
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 fucking veteran, and y'all niggas know who I'm better than
Take them niggas for ransom, take them bitches 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
Take them niggas for ransom, take them bitches 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 niggas tried to get low on 'em, they told on 'em
They called, I hung up the phone on 'em