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
All them niggas that turned they back on me
Bitches that never asked for me
You never got on a track for 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
Is that for me? I'll probably never know
This lyricism is driven by how I'm livin'
I'm just givin' 'em gangsta
Maybe an Illmatic, maybe he still has it
Maybe he'll be the one that
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
Y'all niggas know who I'm better than
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
All these niggas tried to get low on 'em
I called they hung up the phone on 'em
I quickly became the goat on 'em
From the ashes and coal on 'em
I dove on 'em with this lyrical postpartum
The scopes on 'em, I aim and
Let off the toast on 'em, reload on 'em
I whip a vehicle so foreign
These niggas turned off the stove on 'em
I'm still here nigga like
These people say I'm a legend
These niggas know I'm a legend but
I'm a peasant with a gift
That I'll fuck up the future
Kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway, huh
I guess we did it the hard way
But fuck it we did it our way
Opening act I'm back, right here on broadway
A star in the making, i came a long way from
Dust jars in the basement
Ran is a fuckin' veteran and y'all
Niggas know who I'm better then