[Ransom]
I'm tired of talking 'bout how I'm this and That
How I'm saving the game and how I'm spittin' crack
How I'm shaving the 'caine and how I'm flippin' 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 N*gga 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 choppin' grams
Ab-Soul, Dr. damn Dre whipping pots N' pans
'Ye with the Glock in hand
You put that all together what you got is Ran
N*iggas can't stop the man
Can't stop the Don
[?] ..
And I won't sit 'till every clip in the Choppa' gone
N*iggas wanna grapple with me, I don't see an Octagon
I'm a Ex-felon, rap divas can't shock a con
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 a**ed out, why you copp those thongs?
Verbal a**a**in, I ain't got no songs
But I ain't finish yet
I do this sh*t to vent
F*ck all your magazine covers and all your big events
I load a magazine brother, and catch a 5th attempt
If n*ggas try and switch the bench
Half of a Slowbuck n*gga will get you 50 Cent
Do your math better
Late night dice games I was the a** better
Shotty in my black leather
I'm tired of these mimics and jokes
Try laughing while I'm slittin your throat, C*cks**er