Joe Budden, Ransom - Vietnam lyrics
[Joe Budden, Ransom - Vietnam lyrics]
So many praying that Ran fell
You can't tell?
These people expecting Heaven but never
Could they withstand Hell
I Die Hard like Bruce Willis and Samuel
Sipping Champale and party
Harder than Manziel vodka and tonic got me
Thinking like Prophet Muhammad
I'm not an Islamic I'm a
Product of copping narcotics
I'm hot as a comet
Hoes give me top til they vomit
Something exotic, Carribean
Dominican goddess
The shit is symbolic, powerful performances
Bars made of 24 karats, so fuck the choruses
Huh, niggas know I'm raw with the rhymes
Cause I'm known to off sides
With these offensive lines
Leave em lost in the Vines
You thinking it's social media
I'm thinking it's deep in the jungle
With hopes of leaving ya
Slitting ya throat and bleeding ya
You ain't got a chance to live
Smoke a nigga wig off
Leave em just like a cancer kid (damn)
I know that I'm a little insensitive
Grew up kinda poor
We barely had any cents to live
Now it's Peter Luger's
Cutting up an expensive rib
Cursing out the bums
Cause I ain't got any cents to give
They saying I'm not the one
I leave em full of clips like
The moon blocking the sun
When these goons cocking they guns
They don't even see the car
Roll around the mud in fatigues
Like I'm in Vietnam
Ya nahmean jersey's front court
Vietnam, I know i'm gonna talk about it
Parks is Parks for a reason
Right here? Beautiful, look
I'ma need those fatigues since I'm
Out here like a bounty
Traded the green jumper they gave
Me when I hit county
Nah, I'm sorry, I need my pilot seat
I say that speaking from the clouds
These are pilot
Probably why these model bitches
Wanna ride with me
If I can't say it publicly
Then I won't say it privately
Just how real I could spit it
It's whatever you wanna bet
A nigga got a few million in liquid
Gotta stop son from peeling that biscuit
We'll always have more to lose dog
It's just a feeling I live with
With this one side bitch that'll mourn
Me if I let her
So don't call me for whatever
But a orgy or better
I'm just standing on the ceiling they
Told me I'd never meet
Took the pop out ularity
In spots you would dare to see
God could take mine right now
Let it be painful
Cause every dream a nigga ever had came true
Shooting 100 from the field
Just a path I create
They told me I could never have it this great
So even with a million
Motherfuckers grabbing my legs
Still knock the barrel down so
The crabs can escape
Made believers out the fakes
Was Caesar to the apes
For niggas that wasn't sure that
We would see another day, joey
Self-employed, so if I'm on
That island by myself
Self-deployed, don't help that boy
I'm good ya nahmean
It's simple simple shit
Just logic just talking logic to em
One and one make two joey
You can't tell?
These people expecting Heaven but never
Could they withstand Hell
I Die Hard like Bruce Willis and Samuel
Sipping Champale and party
Harder than Manziel vodka and tonic got me
Thinking like Prophet Muhammad
I'm not an Islamic I'm a
Product of copping narcotics
I'm hot as a comet
Hoes give me top til they vomit
Something exotic, Carribean
Dominican goddess
The shit is symbolic, powerful performances
Bars made of 24 karats, so fuck the choruses
Huh, niggas know I'm raw with the rhymes
Cause I'm known to off sides
With these offensive lines
Leave em lost in the Vines
You thinking it's social media
I'm thinking it's deep in the jungle
With hopes of leaving ya
Slitting ya throat and bleeding ya
You ain't got a chance to live
Smoke a nigga wig off
Leave em just like a cancer kid (damn)
I know that I'm a little insensitive
Grew up kinda poor
We barely had any cents to live
Now it's Peter Luger's
Cutting up an expensive rib
Cursing out the bums
Cause I ain't got any cents to give
They saying I'm not the one
I leave em full of clips like
The moon blocking the sun
When these goons cocking they guns
They don't even see the car
Roll around the mud in fatigues
Like I'm in Vietnam
Ya nahmean jersey's front court
Vietnam, I know i'm gonna talk about it
Parks is Parks for a reason
Right here? Beautiful, look
I'ma need those fatigues since I'm
Out here like a bounty
Traded the green jumper they gave
Me when I hit county
Nah, I'm sorry, I need my pilot seat
I say that speaking from the clouds
These are pilot
Probably why these model bitches
Wanna ride with me
If I can't say it publicly
Then I won't say it privately
Just how real I could spit it
It's whatever you wanna bet
A nigga got a few million in liquid
Gotta stop son from peeling that biscuit
We'll always have more to lose dog
It's just a feeling I live with
With this one side bitch that'll mourn
Me if I let her
So don't call me for whatever
But a orgy or better
I'm just standing on the ceiling they
Told me I'd never meet
Took the pop out ularity
In spots you would dare to see
God could take mine right now
Let it be painful
Cause every dream a nigga ever had came true
Shooting 100 from the field
Just a path I create
They told me I could never have it this great
So even with a million
Motherfuckers grabbing my legs
Still knock the barrel down so
The crabs can escape
Made believers out the fakes
Was Caesar to the apes
For niggas that wasn't sure that
We would see another day, joey
Self-employed, so if I'm on
That island by myself
Self-deployed, don't help that boy
I'm good ya nahmean
It's simple simple shit
Just logic just talking logic to em
One and one make two joey