Ransom The Departed Lyrics

Hoes told me I'll never make it, never
Pops used to beat on me
Mom had to take it
The neighbors had to call the police on me
Now I'm on the matrix
Talking ballistics on me
When no muscle is hard to hustle with flees on me
I can feel when they breathe on me
I'm in the fire, a hundred thousand degrees on me
An outsider, rubbing like Williams

It's the last hope I'm bringing the gang back
We're on the same rope
We're singing the same track
And for the same fool we ain't fixin' the same trap
Clickin' that thing back
Yeah, I'm flipping the same hat

And the crooks, they ain't happy
Just a little human form
I'm God ,but in human form
Yeah,you're a god in uniform
Ain't no cold cases and no prison sales
You ain't seen a godfather
Always been stuck in violence
You saw my neck
A less bucket challenge
I wreck computers,
Respect my shooters
Restless losers
Just started having class
Shooting slugs ,just after math
You ain't wanna fuck with them
Chop up them
On the block, we ain't got no love,fool
You forgot about them
Nigga you can't move
You ain't tryin' to steal with them
You can't even eat a meal with them
Damn
To your surprise
This motherfucker still got it