It’s Ransom Ransom & Statik Selektah (Ft. Styles P)

[Intro]
He is so aware of himself that the absurdity of it all is killing him
Emitted from the wrong womb, at the wrong time, under the wrong sign

[Verse 1: Ransom]
All them niggas that turned they back on me, relaxed on me
Bitches 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 fuck
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 classic
This nigga is still acid, my pops dead that makes me a real bastard
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 fuckin' veteran, y'all niggas know who I'm better than

[Hook x2: Styles P]
Take them niggas for ransom, take them bitches for ransom
Take them children for ransom, payin' fees, it's ransom
These suckas I can't stand em, bullets is what I hand 'em
Give that ransom money to Ransom