American Hustle Ransom & Nicholas Craven (Ft. Rome Streetz)

[Sample]
“Be my victim!”

[Intro: Ransom]
Man, listen, shit
I did all that shit ‘cause I had to, man, not ‘cause I wanted to
We’re all living to die, right?
I wasn’t raised by IG, man, I was raised by the OG’s
Know I’m saying
Whoever counted us the fuck out
You motherfuckers wasn’t good at math, you heard?
It’s a fact
Listen

[Verse 1: Ransom]
I’m more than a hustler’s motto and tough bravado, reloading, busting hollows
When I was stuffing bottles, I looked up to Pablo
Fuck the lotto, I would trust and follow Cus D'Amato
Touching mics like the Russian Drago rushed Apollo, tough to swallow
Fucking models, soon as I would touch Milano
Fusilli and crushed tomatoes, zucchini and plus Moscato, couple bottles
Puff habanos by a plush Picasso
But what the fuck do I know, you sell high then you buy low
You’re Walter White or Gustavo, was forced to fight on them potholеs
Tortured sight of a snot-nosed, cost your life if thе block knows
Mind of a crafty fiend, she tossed the pipe when that cop froze, yeah
You ignore the price and get shot close
Slaughter mics with them pot flows
Broken loner, hustler with the coke aroma
No diploma, robbed a corner store, almost smoked the owner
Load the chrome up, Motorola holders cuttin' blow with soda
Know the stoners, back against the wall, display the coldest shoulders