Ransom - Undefeated lyrics

[Verse:] Ransom: All these rap n***as just sending threats Got a nose for the money and scent of d**h Red and Meth Couldn't get as high when I spent a check Big bills put a brother on like Belichick Last second left on the goal line Labels never thought I was a gold mine Landed with the pen with a gold mind How your thoughts made of gold but you don't shine I'm a champ, got the belt on my waist Leave em damp You could tell on my ace You can tell in my face I been to hell with no trail of a snake I been to jail with no bail on my case Closed curtain The flow cursed em The most certain to go Kirkland Two hands and they both hurting I choke serpents. I'm soul searching A cold merchant My food for thought is for those thirstin' Jon Connor: In this mind it ain't no finish line Finish my business before I finish my sentence I k** it. Even the witness cryin' They feel each minute diminished So f** the critics I wanna go down as one of the greatest who ever did it Eva did what? Tell the whole truth in this booth I'm a Flint n***a so all that ho sh** don't compute Send shots at me with words, I'm bulletproof I'm from where n***as go to war over words and then they shoot. f** it and then they shoot, shoot, then shoot again If the homies don't hold em down say hello to they lil friend And they load up the forty four, stick a fork in your lil friend Consequnces when n***as living la vida loca pretend I hate n***as, snake n***as, fake n***as Them sweet n***as, cake n***as, wait n***as I'm my whole different breed like David, Kanye and Bree The Fly City's on, y'all know' the pedigree Dave East: Started with a building, now want a block Started on a train, now I want a drop Dodging' rain they got umbrellas up in the Ghost My n***a Snags put me on, now I want a Ghost My n***a Max so potent, sh**, he just wanna float Know a couple felony n***as and they just wanna vote Dead broke, Winter's up in Harlem, I just want a coat I don't trust flyin' sh** across, I just want a boat Mami in my ear, she like I want some coke Lil homies down in B-more getting off the dope You speaking a foreign language if you talking broke Head shot, head shot, murder was all she wrote Billie Rose for the hoes, I give them all the toasts Did this sh** right here from the projects n***a, we always broke Now I play the cover of your favorite magazine I can fully understand why these n***as mad at me Only gettin nicer, might curb your cypher, I hit her every time With a rubber but never wife her Begging me for that raw sh**, pull up on 1-4-5th Heavenly Porsches with a dot that's gorgeous Just left the j**eler for some rocks that's flawless Columbian dinners, talking bout business with some bosses K-Slay know that I'mma deliver godly. I tote Nines I'm from the hood, need that Ferrari