| So did Ransom return,
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| He and his companions sought adventure in the East
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| Many wars and feuds did Ransom fight
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| Tyranny and fear were heaped upon his name
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| In time, he became a king by his own hand
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| All hail king Ransom!
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| Big Ghost, what up?
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| Fuck is we doing, man?
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| You know what I’m doin'
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| I’m just tellin' my legendary sagas on the beat, you feel me?
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| A king’s journey (Ha)
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| Word
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| Lemme talk to you real quick homie
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| Who you know better? |
| Don’t make the wrong choice
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| I play this game without stretchin', 'cause I destroy joints
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| Ran' is at it again, I am fully mad with this pen
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| Like Lonzo and LaMelo, this fellow’s ill with a ball point (Ha)
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| But then again, these niggas all moist and no soul
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| With a rich heart and spits with a poor voice
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| Let’s find a trophy we can all hoist
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| You tryna flip a 5 to 9, somebody call Royce, I’m more poised
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| Than I’ll ever be, this what was said to me
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| Why would you want a piece of the pie when you got the recipe, nigga?
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| When you do this, do this aggressively, nigga
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| Said to be bitter, cause I been talking excessively slicker
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| Especially on Twitter, run yo mouth stupid (Run yo mouth)
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| There’s no way in hell you’re able to out do this (Never)
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| Evokin' your spirits like a devout Buddhist
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| Niggas fear us without shootas (Yes)
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| Came from the dirt, that don’t mean we have to amount to it (Yeah,
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| we talkin' about-)
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| I’m just a modern paintin' (Yes)
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| Something was missing so I brought the paint in (Paint)
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| It’s always vicious when your heart is tainted
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| I told you all that every bar’s amazin' (Yeah)
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| They say «prove it,» but that’s what they told Noah before it started rainin'
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| (Wow)
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| Life is good, don’t you start complainin' (Don't start)
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| You close minded but don’t want to address it, see that’s a part in changin'
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| They brought my name in (Yeah)
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| He kept it quiet, now we got all these corners stuck to a special diet
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| The best suppliers got respect to buy it
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| Kept my cell on private, hell is biased
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| I’m dust to dawning like Selma Hayek (Ah)
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| Shoulda heard what I had to tell the pilot (Yes)
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| Me or you, let’s see who propel the highest (Propel the highest) |