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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
Performer
Ransom
Ransom
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
Songwriter
Ransom
Ransom
Lyrics
Randy Nichols
Randy Nichols
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
Producer
Ransom
Ransom
Recording Engineer
Roberto Viglione
Roberto Viglione
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, these things that come out you haters mouth
Let's play this out, **** act like they make the same amount
They playing both sides of the fences but still afraid to joust
So I ain't got no ops, I got **** mad that I made it out
Let's lay this out, this shit don't add up, so we gotta make it count These rappers on the east couldn't hack it
So they had to make it bounce
If you ain't got no F's on your jacket, you had to play the house They can't make an arrest on that package
If you don't claim the route that fame and clout
That's what this ain't about I used to hide my dope inside
Lorena's couch I don't have to explain this out
So save your doubt Us going back and forth would be useless 'Cause once I made history, **** just made excuses
I don't engage with the foolish, I'm too tentative
'Cause my brother died in two minutes, time is relative
You better live, my set of ribs got pain and I think it's from hunger
We ain't all in the same boat if you sinking me under
I don't shy away from the rain, I don't blink when there's thunder
I track fire on this terrain, **** shrink on the tundra
I wonder if all y 'all **** got the plugs, price and drugs, right?
Acting like Tupac's, but can never stomach this thug's life
Yeah, they saying "home's where the heart's at"
Better believe that's where it starts at
I'm guessing we'll burn that bridge when we cross that
Respond to my message, do it in all caps
'Cause time is too precious for you to fall back
Yeah, never been the one you should play close
Divine preacher, rebuke the murder that Ma$e wrote
Just stay woke, 'cause this ain't the type of evil you pray for
I'm a black sheep that went on a lamb and became a scapegoat I'm the one that they hate most, I'm the one that they scrutinize
But I ain't the one that screaming he's real then going to booth with lies
Home's where the heart's at You should know when the truth arise
But when they lead you to lies, there is nothing they utilize
Yeah, here's the information, now you decide
Not adding up, now that's the new divide
Who's surprised? Not me
I've been daring all these devils to stop me
At the top of the draft, who's going to mock me?
Written by: Nicholas Craven, Randy Nichols, Ransom
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