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Ransom
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Emerald City
[feat. Bizzy Crook]
[Verse 1:] They say I got a long way to go Last year was the year that we almost made it though Just sometimes I get that feeling that it's '83 I be feelin like Jordan before he made it pro Yea, go ahead nigga hate on me Tell me I'll never make it, nigga say it slow But I ain't trippin bout anything ya'll say to me 'Cause ya'll know what happens in '84 And I'll be there for closure for women I thought I thought I never would get over Drunk off of love, I never thought I'd get sober Sorta like when I lost mellow and Mona I can't front, yo I really thought it was over But then that nigga came back and that nigga made that Rich we knew way bout this man, is they find they way back She loves, she'll never find a nigga like me If it wasn't for me I wonder where the fuck you might be In the club, I be going in my bud, it's so deep That these waiters need they numbers on receipts like sweet Keep the change like she bout to hit a nice 3 Kansas boy, prome 6, 17, life's sweet I ain't change up since I'm still coming through with them west side niggas that I came up with You'll never touch this money so they hate on it And by the time you realize, you'll be too late on it Dog, it's who you are Well realize that I was always just a winner I was just in my disguise I knew you'd put astonish, but I'd love to see you try I get slowly realized and I can see it in your eyes In the dig you don't it Nigga don't even lie 'Cause I can see the animosity that's building up inside They say we must be dealing every time they see the riot Girls might get away home, I just be chilling up inside Balling with rappers that I looked up to since I was 5 While you just over there starin like you really that surprised? Nigga I'm a be a legend So if next year I don't make a freshman When I finally get it I won't accept it Cool, no question
[Verse 2:] I've been treated like old news, niggas just won't lose They say I'm so crude and barbaric on pro tours I hear it, they flow cool, I ain't really impressed Have yet they had something that I can feel in my chest Let's put these feelings to rest The scent of a murder, still on my breath I gave the order, let's blaze in quarter Harlem nights, these shades of Porter became a martyr Hate my father so tell me, how could I raise a daughter? I came in slaughter, downers and shit talkers Dancing over they grave, they callin us crypt walkers I spit torch em, them clips spark up But still I dropped a couple jewels that's precious like Miss Parker Excuse me, is this how the story is told Exceptional delivery with this glorious flow I spit that 40 below, all gold everything But just because it glitters my nigga, don't mean it's gold Like you ain't now, all flash without substance It's been a minute since I made some cash without hustling What's rap without suffering, think it's out of the question These niggas getting deals, that solely all for perception Fuck it, call it deception, these labels got no direction Well let the realest nigga that's rappin teach em a lesson I ain't change up shit, I'm still comin through with some real live niggas that I came up with Get yo chain tuck quick, fuck a stain blood drips Know that dumb hood shit, I remain on it Yea, niggas know the story I am pushing 40 but I've been to hell and back Selling crack, pay me glory
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