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letra de start to finish - ransom & statik selektah

f-ck it n-gg- i’m back, ain’t no one man to rap
can stop this train on its tracks, i’m the realest n-gg- in rap
currently and before this, have you see what you all missed
cuz i will never stop till my currency’s on the forbes list
it’s do or die motherf-cker
on that madisons if you survive motherf-cker
who side you on? you see me on tmz, you hate me for being me
so f-ck that b-tch and the powers that be
now you’ve been warned
i’m calm, i got that from growing old
you sold them souls, made a lot of money but sold your soul and so just call
foolery will get you nowhere, don’t even go there
it’s so clear, got a sixth sense, they call me cosin
did a song with j roc and kendrick, do your forensics
search for all the clues, i pray that you get offended
the first n-gg- on this side to toss em a shot
the first n-gg- on this side to thought he was hot
ask that n-gg- big krit, who’s the first that he spit with?
when rappers comin up i’m that n-gg- they tryna get wit
but when the tables turn i get treated just like a misfit
an outcast, give me 3000 more, i can outcl-ss
i’m screamin where my real n-gg-s?
these old n-gg-s is runnin behind these lil n-gg-s
some philly n-gg-’s the biggest slave on the plantation
but i own my masters, don’t keep the feds waitin
f-ck it n-gg- i’m here, ain’t n-body to fear
i’m a king but they ain’t give me the throne, they gave me the chair
electrifying the mic, it’s still denying them nice
i’m still supplying the white, it’s the streets i’m tryin to fight
i’m captivated with tracks i’m makin
let’s get em waving and make you n-gg-s retract yo statements
decapitation from lacerations, i’ll bash your face in
i think you ran out of time, don’t keep your casket waitin
procrastination, yall n-gg-s stay on that cool sh-t
colorful clothes, dancing around, buffoon sh-t
i stay in tune pr-ck
i see that spoon drip balloon clips
visions down state, stay on that goon sh-t, army fatigue, platoon sh-t
full of it, it gets you nowhere
don’t even go there, they so scared
devour my prey cuz they got no prayer
and now it’s so clear, it’s crystal light
so crystal they call me mr. white for these fiends trading they kryptonite
it’s 2 pac in his new body, big perm with 2 shotties
i’m a soldier so i don’t do molly
n-gg- i’m 2 gotti’s, erwin john
i’m a gangsta that know the bizz, a perfect don
that’s what is wrong, made me swear on my mama
i’ma load up the lama and blow the scene like osama
i don’t whack like obama, still i be presidential
smoking ganja in ghana, i murder whoever sent you

- ransom statik selektah

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