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letra de last gasp - ransom, 38 spesh & mayor

[intro]
i wanna see the best side of me
i know it is, ooh
ah, yeah, baby

[verse 1: ransom]
n-ggas say they outside but with no place to go
they say, “ran’, you look young,” they seein’ my face aglow that resembles the greats before
nas, big’, face, and hov, i got a ways to go
but don’t you try to give me them flowers that took a day to grow
see me, i let them haters know
and i tell my people around me, “i’m tryna feed, you gon’ bleed if you take your plate to go”
no, i wanna see the best side of me
but money changes n-ggas like bribery
and now they tellin’ lies to me, addicted to the life with no sobriety
i had some lost n-ggas that was guidin’ me violently
now i get teary-eyed when my daughter says bye to me
silently, i keep it all inside of me
’cause this is how i gotta be
yeah, i hope you seein’ what is what
was always full of hatrid, couldn’t love enough, that’s why i said enough’s enough
for those who bet against me, i tell them n-ggas, “let’s double up”
dealer cards shuffle up pioneers, spillin’ your heart on tracks and they shut ’em up
first one through the wall is always gonna get bloodied up, mm-hmm
and now this runner-up about to run it up
too bad, y’all n-ggas runner’s-up
n-ggas drunk the kool-aid but it’s too late ’cause most of these rap n-ggas gon’ want a cup
you never seen me buddied up with n-ggas ain’t the same cloth
takin’ pics, huggin’ up, tellin’ stories that ain’t yours
you ain’t never blow your gun, clean blood off a stained floor
yet you might be holdin’ one, but we ain’t on the same course
i’m rappin’ up a large p, headin’ to the main source
some crackers in a rv with berettas and some chainsaws
that’s why i spit this pain for
for n-ggas locked up and she say it ain’t yours, brother dead on the same call
‘nother death got your brain paused, we remain flawed
can’t afford to weather the storm ’cause even the rain pour
nah, we not the same, dog, please let me explain, lord
if i’m in a crowd of n-ggas, who you think they gon’ aim for?
yeah, yours truly
so all these fake rappers who swear that war’s a movie, i cleared the walls of juvie
your fearless bars don’t move me
you playin’ the game, prepared for call of duty
the opps sayin’ my name, i hear the calls of duty
the cops put him in chains, i swear them laws is spooky
but i hear the gorgeous groupies
they tell me this my last gasp
i take a deep breath and reassess, i’m in the mirror workin’ on my last laugh
[break: 38 spesh]
huh
ayo ran’, lemme talk on this, my n-gga
know i’m sayin’?
ayo, turn me up in the headphones, mayor
nah mean? ayo

[verse 2: 38 spesh]
i remember bein’ stressed out about cream
but i ain’t never lose sleep, my n-gga, what’s a visionary without dreams?
i needed rest to see out schemes
like navigation, my imagination could reroute things
only kings know about queens
i found mine and i hired a maid to keep the house clean
now where would i be without fiends?
they took care of me, sh-t, some even gave me they housekeys
in ’03, we was drought kings
got a warehouse full of things just in case my accounts freeze
a marathon ain’t about speed
you gotta pace yourself, this ain’t about greed
i told my b-tch, “i’m the man of the house, let your spouse leave”
y’all n-ggas’ll bite your tongue ’til your mouth bleed
i was just givin’ out p’s
now that same safe is full of contract and house deeds
huh, i’m dealin’ with this anxiety
and all these mental issues that inside of me
i just wan’ see the best side of me
so, i go inside of the booth and get privacy
hire me a private masseuse, reflexology
you gotta seek honest and truth to respect modesty
beefin’ with people that set policies
knowin’ my product’s the best quality but this is how i gotta be, huh, huh
and i was always told to get rid of beef
lemon squeeze with a banana clip, that’s bittersweet
i’m off-balance chemically, mix energy
y’all mix money and power with b-tch tendencies
it take more than money and power to get rid of me, huh, hmm
and that’s probably why i ain’t died yet
couple n-ggas tried and failed, homie, i’m god sent
it’s a process when you a livin’ prophet
first, you manifest it, then you visualize it
that’s you turn somethin’ subjective into an object
trust
[outro]
of me
i know it is, ooh
ah, yeah, baby
i wanna see the best side of me
i know it is, ooh
ah, yeah, baby

- ransom 38 spesh mayor

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