Ransom They Even Talked About Jesus Lyrics

I'm tired of talking 'bout how I'm this and that
How I'm saving the game and how I'm spitting crack
How I'm shaving the 'caine and how I'm flipping packs
They say I had a gift to rap
Last year Christmas time I barely had a gift to wrap
Clearly y'all missed the facts
I'm as nice as J. Cole but old and big and black
I'm the reincarnation of Pun, BIG, and Stacks
I'm as ill as that beef between 'Kiss and Mack
Yo, matter fact
I'm like Drake on steroids, Kendrick without the curly fade
Ross with a 6-pack, Brooklyn nigga but Jersey raised
'Pac without a hologram
I'm equivalent to Hova on a Dolla' Van
I don't think you got it, fam
Fat Joe, Nas and 'Cam
Mad blow chopping grams
Ab-Soul, Dr. damn Dre whipping pots N' pans
Yay with the Glock in hand
You put that all together, what you got is Ran
Niggas can't stop the man
Can't stop the Don
Switch to the vodka rom
And I won't sit till every clip in the chopper gone
Niggas wanna grapple with me, I don't see an Octagon
I'm a ex-felon, rap divas can't Chaka Khan
Been ill since my pops was gone
That explains how I got this strong
That explains how the flames down in hell got it hot this long
Covered in gas, why my bop so calm?
Why I drop those bombs?
You assed out, why you cop those thongs?
Verbal assassin, I ain't got no songs
But I ain't finish yet
I do this shit to vent
Fuck all your magazine covers and all your big events
I load a magazine brother and catch a 5th attempt
If niggas try and switch the bench
Half of a Slowbuck, nigga, will get you 50 Cent
Do your math better
Late night dice games, I was the ass better
Shotty in my black leather
I'm tired of these mimics and jokes
Try laughing while I'm slitting your throat, cocksucker