Ransom - Emerald City Lyrics
[feat. Bizzy Crook][Verse 1:]They say I got a long way to goLast year was the year that we almost made it thoughJust sometimes I get that feeling that it's '83I be feelin like Jordan before he made it proYea, go ahead nigga hate on meTell me I'll never make it, nigga say it slowBut I ain't trippin bout anything ya'll say to me'Cause ya'll know what happens in '84And I'll be there for closure for women I thought I thought I never would get overDrunk off of love, I never thought I'd get soberSorta like when I lost mellow and MonaI can't front, yo I really thought it was overBut then that nigga came back and that nigga made thatRich we knew way bout this man, is they find they way backShe loves, she'll never find a nigga like meIf it wasn't for me I wonder where the ***** you might beIn the club, I be going in my bud, it's so deepThat these waiters need they numbers on receipts like sweetKeep the change like she bout to hit a nice 3Kansas boy, prome 6, 17, life's sweetI ain't change up sinceI'm still coming through with them west side niggas that I came up withYou'll never touch this money so they hate on itAnd by the time you realize, you'll be too late on itDog, it's who you areWell realize that I was always just a winnerI was just in my disguiseI knew you'd put astonish, but I'd love to see you tryI get slowly realized and I can see it in your eyesIn the dig you don't itNigga don't even lie'Cause I can see the animosity that's building up insideThey say we must be dealing every time they see the riotGirls might get away home, I just be chilling up insideBalling with rappers that I looked up to since I was 5While you just over there starin like you really that surprised?Nigga I'm a be a legendSo if next year I don't make a freshmanWhen I finally get it I won't accept itCool, no question[Verse 2:]I've been treated like old news, niggas just won't loseThey say I'm so crude and barbaric on pro toursI hear it, they flow cool, I ain't really impressedHave yet they had something that I can feel in my chestLet's put these feelings to restThe scent of a murder, still on my breathI gave the order, let's blaze in quarterHarlem nights, these shades of Porter became a martyrHate my father so tell me, how could I raise a daughter?I came in slaughter, downers and shit talkersDancing over they grave, they callin us crypt walkersI spit torch em, them clips spark upBut still I dropped a couple jewels that's precious like Miss ParkerExcuse me, is this how the story is toldExceptional delivery with this glorious flowI spit that 40 below, all gold everythingBut just because it glitters my nigga, don't mean it's goldLike you ain't now, all flash without substanceIt's been a minute since I made some cash without hustlingWhat's rap without suffering, think it's out of the questionThese niggas getting deals, that solely all for perception***** it, call it deception, these labels got no directionWell let the realest nigga that's rappin teach em a lessonI ain't change up shit, I'm still comin through with some real live niggas that I came up withGet yo chain tuck quick, ***** a stain blood dripsKnow that dumb hood shit, I remain on itYea, niggas know the storyI am pushing 40 but I've been to hell and backSelling crack, pay me glory
