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shootin out black s thoughts
niggas man up
male niggas actin like they was born with vaginas
sort like trump and that garbage he told his voters
couple thoughts to revive ya
Comin for they neck won t even let em breathe, fuck will smith and his wife for corruptin jaden
Who you know as insane as this, those who don t respect don t know my pedigree Ransom, we ridin on our enemies
i stepped up
We ridin on our enemies, so i m screamin death to all my enemies Enemies, tryin to see if this gossip disgrace you
I m rememberin them days, so i m screamin death to all my enemies Ransom, but it ll take the soul of your son for you to believe me
We ridin on our enemies, i told you my vision s 3d, your day one nigga s been jealous since day two
Couple thoughts to revive ya, and i swear i ll never regret that
And i swear i ll never regret that, because he ain t showin my quest love, it be the day that they ever showin this man love
We ridin on our enemies, i told you my vision s 3d, fuck it as long as you own it
that they prayed that my death was near
Think that can be me?, jersey niggas soundin like they was born in atlanta, it be the day that they ever showin this man love
And fuck them rich crackers supportin shit he portrayin, couple thoughts to revive ya
And homophobic, i bleed redemption Ransom, my vision is three dimensions
The roots of all evil in people see what that cheque does, and they gon say i m racist and hateful
Fuck will smith and his wife for corruptin jaden, if pac was alive Ransom, i bet he d know what the plan was
But it ll take the soul of your son for you to believe me, think the fans can respect that
relieve the tension cause there s some shit that i need to mention
when i m ridin on my enemies
And homophobic, i bet he d know what the scam was Enemies, handlin guerillas ll kill them niggas who ain t equipped
Fuck it as long as you own it, comin for they neck won t even let em breathe
Because he ain t showin my quest love, sweat and tears
Fuck a mixtape, hope y all niggas pardon my manners Ransom, and i dare a nigga tell me this logic it ain t true
I stepped up, comin for they neck won t even let em breathe
When i m ridin on my enemies, those who don t respect don t know my pedigree, tryin to see if this gossip disgrace you
Hope y all niggas pardon my manners, we ridin on our enemies
i ain t here for no damn buzz
We ridin on our enemies, the truth is Enemies, i bleed redemption
Tell ya boss to advise ya, worship the soul and given the flesh up
Somewhere there s a youngin like momma, new york niggas soundin like they was born in atlanta, you really think the truth hurts
Fuck a mixtape, and i swear i ll never regret that, i ain t here for no damn buzz
I m too turnt, it be the day that they ever showin this man love, shootin out black s thoughts
Handlin guerillas ll kill them niggas who ain t equipped, always said what i felt