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All them niggas that turned they back on me, relaxed on me
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Bitches that never asked for me, they crapped on me
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You never got on a track for me, you spat on me, so let me explain the tats on me
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It's that story, it's that pain, it's that glory, it's that chain
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It's that shorty, is that for me? I'll probably never know
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They say I'll never blow, but I don't give a fuck,
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Cause I ain't givin up, this time I let 'em know
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This lyricism is driven by how I'm livin'
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I ain't fibbin', I'm just givin' 'em gangsta and a gentlemen
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Maybe an Illmatic, maybe he still has it, maybe he'll be the one that delivers a real classic
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This nigga is still acid, my pops dead that makes me a real bastard
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This Trinidadians carrying like Arian Foster
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I was forced to being a foster child, used to run wild with crack vials,
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But now I serve raw to arenas and packed crowds
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Ransom¡¯s a fuckin' veteran, and y'all niggas know who I'm better than
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(Hook x2)
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Take them niggas for ransom, take them bitches for ransom
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Take them children for ransom, payin' fees, it's handsome
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Suckas I can't stand em, bullets is what I hand 'em
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Give that ransom money to Ransom
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(Verse)
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All these niggas tried to get low on 'em, they told on 'em
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I called they hung up the phone on 'em, they don't want 'em
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I quickly became the goat on 'em, I rose on 'em
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From the ashes and coals on 'em, I dove on 'em with this lyrical postpartum
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The scopes on 'em, I aim and let off the toast on 'em, reload on 'em
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I whip a vehicle so foreign, I'm ghost on 'em, these niggas turned off the stove on 'em
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I'm still eatin' tho, I'm still here nigga like you ain't even know
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These people say I'm a legend but I even blow,
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These niggas know I'm a legend but I'm a peasant with a gift
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That I'll fuck up the future and kill the present
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I kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway, huh
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I guess we did it the hard way, but fuck it we did it our way
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Opening act I'm back, right here on broadway
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A star in the making, I came a long way from dust jars in the basement
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Ran is a fuckin' veteran and y'all niggas know who I'm better then
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(Hook x2)
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Take them niggas for ransom, take them bitches for ransom
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Take them children for ransom, payin' fees, it's handsome
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Suckas I can't stand em, bullets is what I hand 'em
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Give that ransom money to Ransom
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It's Ransom
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Ransom & Statik Selektah |