Love Lost Ransom (Ft. J. Arrr)

[Verse 1:J.Arrr]
The gas will never match the smoke
If they ask, I'm most concerned about my cash and growth
Just tryna keep my passions close so I can max them both
Actually dope, I ain't injected, barely probin' the vein
When you makin' your shots, that's gon' open the lanes
I was scrapin' the pots, never showin' the pain
Now I'm takin' the crops, they can't hold the remains
I was quiet when I showed them the game
'Cause they say liars tend to over-explain
Listen, I ain't in the field, but I know the terrains
Growin' my name, stuck my chest out, Boldy as James
Knowin' this game's like marriage 'till the death
I gave more to niggas askin' me for less
And grew up amongst savagery and threats
We just passively aggressed Now it's antennas for any static we select
'Till it has to be respect from the foolish haters
Had my team three-peatin' like the Bulls and Lakers
Life's a bitch, had to bind her to secure the paper
Like my niche, had to find it just to lose complacence
You can blame it on other shit, but that's tied to lies
I try to hide in my ego until I finally put my pride aside
Move niggas with little time to rhyme
So watch how common they shift when it's my nine-to-five
Yeah