Styles P - It's Ransom lyrics

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Styles P - It's Ransom lyrics

[Intro] He is so aware of himself that the absurdity of it all is k**ing him Emitted from the wrong womb, at the wrong time, under the wrong sign [Verse 1: Ransom] All them n***as that turned they back on me, relaxed on me b**hes that never asked for me, they crapped on me You never got on a track for me, you spat on me So let me explain these tats on me It's that story, it's that pain, it's that glory, it's that chain It's that shorty, is that for me? I'll probably never know They say I'll never blow, but I don't give a f** Cause I ain't givin up, this time I let 'em know This lyricism is driven by how I'm livin' I ain't fibbin', I'm just givin' 'em gangsta and a gentlemen Maybe an Illmatic, maybe he still has it Maybe he'll be the one that delivers a real cla**ic This n***a is still acid, my pops dead that makes me a real ba*tard This Trinidadians carrying like Arian Foster I was forced to being a foster child, used to run wild with crack vials But now I serve raw to arenas and packed crowds Ransom a f**in' veteran, y'all n***as know who I'm better than [Hook x2: Styles P] Take them n***as for ransom, take them b**hes for ransom Take them children for ransom, payin' fees, it's ransom These s**as I can't stand em, bullets is what I hand 'em Give that ransom money to Ransom [Verse 2: Ransom] All these n***as tried to get low on 'em, they told on 'em I called they hung up the phone on 'em, they don't want 'em I quickly became the goat on 'em, I rose on 'em From the ashes and coal on 'em I dove on 'em with this lyrical postpartum The scopes on 'em, I aim and let off the toast on 'em, reload on 'em I whip a vehicle so foreign, I'm ghost on 'em These n***as turned off the stove on 'em I'm still eatin' tho, I'm still here n***a like you ain't even know These people say I'm a legend but I ain't even blow These n***as know I'm a legend but I'm a peasant with a gift That I'll f** up the future and k** the present k** 'em all dead bodies in the hallway, huh I guess we did it the hard way, but f** it we did it our way Opening act I'm back, right here on broadway A star in the making, I came a long way from dust jars in the basement Ran is a f**in' veteran and y'all n***as know who I'm better then [Hook]

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