[Verse 1: Ransom]
Niggas often hate when it's suitable (Yeah)
You gotta watch for those who'll offer to pay for funerals (Uh-huh)
They probably had your son in a basement, torturing Jason by forcing blades in his cuticles
You knew it too (Yeah)
But know if they cross the grain, you could do it too
Coffins laid out for you and you
What's deceitful to me could be true to you (Facts)
You only get credit soon as the movie's through
Take that money that's due to you (Yes, sir)
'Cause I been gettin' paper since P was screamin' out, "Hootie hoo"
Now who is you?
Irrelevant, gentleman, I know it's news to you, but
If you always holdin' 'em down, thеn how they gon' move up? (How?)
Yeah, I know that thе truth sucks
But I'm just giving you proof, what?
It'll be your friend you catch in his boxers inside your wifey's crib eatin' your baby's fruit cups
I'm a straight shooter, no fake maneuvers, you know that
So how y'all spelling GOAT to the wrong nigga to go at? (Ah)
Yeah, every song is bringin' that soul back
So when you hear lines like LeBron, shit is a throwback

[Chorus: Ransom]
It's time we even the score (Let's go)
But if we both shootin', no way we leave in a draw
This game, we sweep 'em in four
You gotta judge your team on how they leavin' the court
Heads high
It's no Biggie like homie from Bed-Stuy
Nah, we don't need your support 'cause my niggas gon' get by (Gon' get by)
It's real when you lackin' a friend to call (Who you gon' call?)
No way we gon' lay down and just die (Never)
How it feel when your back is against the wall?
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