| A lot of sad people in the crowd when they doubted him
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| So let me translate it nice and loud for you cowards then
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| We in a cold world, never trusted a lot of friends
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| Even your fucking teeth will bite your tongue every now and then
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| Know how to fend for yourself
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| Niggas be lusting for what you’re earning
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| My Mom Dukes told me «Go 'head and play with the stove»
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| I learned fast, I wouldn’t touch it if it was burning
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| Bullshit will get you injured with no relation to rose
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| Motivational flows, I grow the nation with those
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| I nearly lost faith at the table shaving them O’s
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| Here’s a quick thought
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| Why would you pay attention if you’re getting ripped off
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| These niggas ain’t saying shit and getting rich off
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| And y’all ain’t pissed off?
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| They there for them sunny days, but I’m here when it gets dark
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| I don’t get a DM from women that wanna screw
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| It’s more like young people that just don’t know what to do
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| This young man hit me, his name we gon' keep anonymous
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| Said that we the same, he too was raised fatherless
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| Said «It's do or die
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| I’m at the edge, Duffle, with the thought of suicide
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| All I could do was cry, all I could do was sigh
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| Surprised that you would reply
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| But you a real man so fuck it I had to try
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| I can’t bear to look over there where them pills sitting
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| I wonder what you did to inspire them real writtens
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| I love that you fight for life and you still driven
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| By the way your music is why I’m still here living»
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| In all caps I replied «This is all facts
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| You the reason I’m doing this shit that we call rap.»
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| My best wishes
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| Yeah, my best wishes
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| Wish I could of told you how it’s gon' be
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| I’m busy running away from the person they tryna be
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| Wish I could just relax, breathe in and breathe out
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| Just making it week in and week out
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| My best wishes
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| Sometimes I wonder if people know what they doing
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| Whatever’s on the agenda, it’s keeping all of us ruined
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| A deeper problem is brewing
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| Wish I could have my handgun
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| Damn son, I ain’t got the right to bear arms
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| And I ain’t realized when I had it right in my palm
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| I could have gotten a license for it
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| Spent have my life in court
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| Altercations put this Spanish kid on the life support
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| And I ain’t bragging about it cause I don’t like the thought
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| I seen his face years later and said «It's here
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| It’s karma.» |
| The very first time I wasn’t prepared
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| I leaned back and waited for when he was to approach
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| I’m balling up my fists as soon as he’s getting close
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| He came to me, looked at me and my man’s face
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| Gave a little smirk, and extended for handshakes
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| I just looked at him, he gave me a head nod
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| And said «Ran, make that music for you and your fam»
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| My best wishes
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| My best wishes
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| Wish I could of told you how it’s gon' be
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| I’m busy running away from the person they tryna be
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| Wish I could just relax, breathe in and breathe out
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| Just making it week in and week out
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| My best wishes |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Best Wishes, artist - Ransom. Album song History of Violence, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп