Ransom, Ether Q - They Say They Love You lyrics
[Ransom, Ether Q - They Say They Love You lyrics]
If you wanna get stacks you pitch
Bags flip crack and ran sums
Kidnap for ransom click clack they ran some
Told drop bars and the big stacks you fathom
Plus always had a dream to
Spit crack with Ransom
Kept it lyrical yet my net was less numerical
Nobody fucked with it like the sex venereal
Feeling like I had the best material
Should’ve pitched for the plug
Or lifted some trucks
Cause ain’t getting paid less you
Spit for the clubs
Trusted executives wanna be the best to spit
Checks and chicks killed the competiveness
Fans just wanna see stars, Jack Thriller
Ransom, who we are, we them rap killers
(yessir)
So I’m focused on fucking the models
Buckets in bottles I want hundreds like lotto
Chasing it fast clutching a throttle
Puffing an owl in a fucking Diablo
Look at the past mistakes
I toughen and swallow
Wishing I would’ve stopped time
Like Budden versus Hollow, follow
(YA) rip pads put the pen to the paper
Live fast spit raps with competitive nature
Get back relax don’t be testing my anger
Veteran nature, step to the majors
Alone, in my quest for great
Labels keep ya money I’m a
Be the best you wait (mufuckas)
This shit ain’t about no bitch though
It’s bout this corrupt ass rap game
But you could bet that we getting paid
And bet that we taking over
Let’s go
I know yal mufuckas know the game change
(yessir) still I gotta keep the same flame
That fire burning that higher learning
That Remy’s in me so I name names
(so I name names)
You know I keep the same pain (yessir)
So you know it’s hard to maintain
Keep a sane brain tryna claim fame
But in the same vein I had to slang cane
And that’s facts, yeah, never no act
I ain’t never ever going back
Sipping on yac, tryna keep my mind on racks
I ain’t got no time for a rap
Fuck this rap shit, everybody plastic
Everybody actors
Everybody wanna bounce bars on trap shit
I ain’t got access
Say I’m too hardcore bullets in my car door
Do it for the practice
Never showing love (never, never)
But I will hold a grudge and
I will throw it up
For my niggas in the streets pull
A trigger on the heat
Cause I do it for the blood
I don’t wanna hear shit
How you sell more drugs, how
You got more whips, man fuck that shit
If it ain’t hot I don’t touch that shit (nah)
Rappers run game I don’t trust that shit
Nigga I’m me
That’s what I’m gon be, my nigga I’m me
That’s what I’m gon be, my nigga I’m me
Can’t wait til you see my nigga I’m me
Ha, and I’m E
EQ speak truths these tunes be
Soothing to my soul
Moving to my goals cruising for the gold
Heating the game like rugers unload-ing
Double dutch click jump and hold for ransom
Fuck with us kid get thrown like tantrums
Upper cut chins bow nose like Jackson
Coming up quick this the solider’s anthem
Bags flip crack and ran sums
Kidnap for ransom click clack they ran some
Told drop bars and the big stacks you fathom
Plus always had a dream to
Spit crack with Ransom
Kept it lyrical yet my net was less numerical
Nobody fucked with it like the sex venereal
Feeling like I had the best material
Should’ve pitched for the plug
Or lifted some trucks
Cause ain’t getting paid less you
Spit for the clubs
Trusted executives wanna be the best to spit
Checks and chicks killed the competiveness
Fans just wanna see stars, Jack Thriller
Ransom, who we are, we them rap killers
(yessir)
So I’m focused on fucking the models
Buckets in bottles I want hundreds like lotto
Chasing it fast clutching a throttle
Puffing an owl in a fucking Diablo
Look at the past mistakes
I toughen and swallow
Wishing I would’ve stopped time
Like Budden versus Hollow, follow
(YA) rip pads put the pen to the paper
Live fast spit raps with competitive nature
Get back relax don’t be testing my anger
Veteran nature, step to the majors
Alone, in my quest for great
Labels keep ya money I’m a
Be the best you wait (mufuckas)
This shit ain’t about no bitch though
It’s bout this corrupt ass rap game
But you could bet that we getting paid
And bet that we taking over
Let’s go
I know yal mufuckas know the game change
(yessir) still I gotta keep the same flame
That fire burning that higher learning
That Remy’s in me so I name names
(so I name names)
You know I keep the same pain (yessir)
So you know it’s hard to maintain
Keep a sane brain tryna claim fame
But in the same vein I had to slang cane
And that’s facts, yeah, never no act
I ain’t never ever going back
Sipping on yac, tryna keep my mind on racks
I ain’t got no time for a rap
Fuck this rap shit, everybody plastic
Everybody actors
Everybody wanna bounce bars on trap shit
I ain’t got access
Say I’m too hardcore bullets in my car door
Do it for the practice
Never showing love (never, never)
But I will hold a grudge and
I will throw it up
For my niggas in the streets pull
A trigger on the heat
Cause I do it for the blood
I don’t wanna hear shit
How you sell more drugs, how
You got more whips, man fuck that shit
If it ain’t hot I don’t touch that shit (nah)
Rappers run game I don’t trust that shit
Nigga I’m me
That’s what I’m gon be, my nigga I’m me
That’s what I’m gon be, my nigga I’m me
Can’t wait til you see my nigga I’m me
Ha, and I’m E
EQ speak truths these tunes be
Soothing to my soul
Moving to my goals cruising for the gold
Heating the game like rugers unload-ing
Double dutch click jump and hold for ransom
Fuck with us kid get thrown like tantrums
Upper cut chins bow nose like Jackson
Coming up quick this the solider’s anthem