Ransom - Dollars & Sense lyrics

[Intro] I wanted to propose to you last year I prepared for this day [Hook] Dollars and sense this is it I got Dollars and sense, dollars and sense A fugitive with 2 attempts This is it (ransom) Dollars and sense this is it I got Dollars and sense this is it I got Dollars and sense this is it I got [Verse 1] I got no choice but to shed a tear I ain't seen my baby daughter in several years You know I'm scared she probably figured I'm leaving here My baby mama told me she don't even care You know my fan, she calling another man dad And now I'm home I got this sh** in a dead bag These n***as mad, don't really give a f** I'm on the streets till the jig is up Until they put my wrist in cuffs I'm big but I ain't big enough Yeah I lived but I ain't lived enough f** hat I did I ain't did enough f** what I gave I ain't given up Stuck in this cage I ain't giving up n***as run, n***as thought I was dirt spitting Cause I was selling d** gun ripping I ain't done tripping, I'm back on my bullsh** Them n***as never understood sh** Stay on my hood sh** [Hook] [Verse 2] I fell in minus, the third strike I earned stripes On the block when I serve white the curb life So go home to your concerned wife This is where the theme shoot up and burn pipes Lets learn life I take you on a hell of a trip We on a strip where n***as hustle and smoke dip It's so sick yo stomach could do a whole flip I sold clips to only n***as who roll snitch So don't trip, Statik gave me this soundtrack These dark nights describing n***a who found crack I'm predator to this fake n***as who sound wack These baby boys will be found dead around back And that's that, I'm a legend with no name They told me I'd be a fellon with no fame But f** it, I'm here and I ain't going back Imma die a thug long as you knowing that This is it, this is it, this is it This is it, this is it, this is it