[Chorus] x4
I've done it all, have my cake now
[Ransom]
I finally got the chance and now I'm living life
I've done it once before, that's why I did it twice
Achievin' what y'all can't believin', I'm fiendin' to get it right
I'm squeezin' 'till we even, I'm bleedin' screamin' to get to Christ
Bars of the underworld, nine down the crouch
Hold a Beretta close under the leather coach
Y'all niggas better hope I don't revert to all my street tactics
The modern day sunny listings, listen whilе I defeat cashes
I'm undеrrated, understated, underappreciated
Under the watch of them secret agents, I
It's been 10 years and still I'm fighting for respect
I got the game hostage with a rifle to its neck
An bastard in this life but a disciple in his death
So when I die, don't gotta try 'cause I was Michael in the flesh
Jordan, Jackson, hold up
I'm just paying homage to the grace that was before us
Should have stayed in college I was waiting bagging dopers
Now, I get acknowledged and they said I'm 'bout to blow up
The memoirs of a nigga that been hard
These last 10 bars is as sharp as a gym star
I'm far from a gym star but I ball like Omar Owen
Drug dealers getting rich 'cause they know that Lamar owed them
Huh, you know that these bars golden
The next to be in power, you know that the gods chose 'em
I've done it all, have my cake now
[Ransom]
I finally got the chance and now I'm living life
I've done it once before, that's why I did it twice
Achievin' what y'all can't believin', I'm fiendin' to get it right
I'm squeezin' 'till we even, I'm bleedin' screamin' to get to Christ
Bars of the underworld, nine down the crouch
Hold a Beretta close under the leather coach
Y'all niggas better hope I don't revert to all my street tactics
The modern day sunny listings, listen whilе I defeat cashes
I'm undеrrated, understated, underappreciated
Under the watch of them secret agents, I
It's been 10 years and still I'm fighting for respect
I got the game hostage with a rifle to its neck
An bastard in this life but a disciple in his death
So when I die, don't gotta try 'cause I was Michael in the flesh
Jordan, Jackson, hold up
I'm just paying homage to the grace that was before us
Should have stayed in college I was waiting bagging dopers
Now, I get acknowledged and they said I'm 'bout to blow up
The memoirs of a nigga that been hard
These last 10 bars is as sharp as a gym star
I'm far from a gym star but I ball like Omar Owen
Drug dealers getting rich 'cause they know that Lamar owed them
Huh, you know that these bars golden
The next to be in power, you know that the gods chose 'em
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