Ransom - The Departed lyrics

Hoes told me Ill 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 Im 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 Im in the fire, a hundred thousand degrees on me An outsider, rubbing like Williams Its the last hope Im bringing the gang back Were on the same rope Were singing the same track And for the same fool we aint fixin the same trap Clickin that thing back Yeah, Im flipping the same hat And the crooks, they aint happy Just a little human form Im God ,but in human form Yeah,youre a god in uniform Aint no cold cases and no prison sales You aint 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 cla** Shooting slugs ,just after math You aint wanna f** with them Chop up them On the block, we aint got no love,fool You forgot about them n***a you cant move You aint tryin to steal with them You cant even eat a meal with them Damn To your surprise This motherf**er still got it