Ransom, Fred The Godson, 3D Na’Tee - Dying Breed lyrics

I've done it all, have my cake now

I finally got the chance and
Now I'm living life
I've done it once before
That's why I did it twice
Achievin' what y'all can't believin'
I'm fiendin' to get it right
I'm squeezin' 'till we even
I'm bleedin' screamin' to get to Christ
Bars of the underworld, nine down the crouch
Hold a Beretta close under the leather coach
Y'all niggas better hope I don't revert
To all my street tactics
The modern day sunny listings
Listen whilе I defeat cashes
I'm undеrrated, understated
Underappreciated
Under the watch of them secret agents, I
It's been 10 years and still
I'm fighting for respect
I got the game hostage with
A rifle to it's neck
An bastard in this life but
A disciple in his death so when I die
Don't gotta try 'cause I was
Michael in the flesh
Jordan, Jackson, hold up
I'm just paying homage to the
Grace that was before us
Should have stayed in college I
Was waiting bagging dopers
Now, I get acknowledged and they said
I'm 'bout to blow up
The memoirs of a nigga that been hard
These last 10 bars is as sharp as a gym star
I'm far from a gym star but
I ball like Omar Owen
Drug dealers getting rich 'cause they
Know that Lamar owed them
Huh, you know that these bars golden
The next to be in power
You know that the gods chose 'em

The last of a dying breed

While bitches be buying purses
I be buying hearses
'Cause I'm by these verses
I be nursing, shit, i be merkin'
And I'm been workin'
12 years of slave to this rap game
Mastered my craft
But still contemplate shit I bag game
'Cause the game ain't how Biggie left it
Or 'Pac left it
A Big Pun, so this Slim as Loc left it
Rappers makin' pop records
Suck a cock to get to the top
I do not get it, it's kind of pathetic
I'm kind of poetic
But that shit don't get you justice
Just this
Feelin' a villain I can't be fucked with
I'm just fit
Come from a different fabric than Maverick
I been graduated
Fuck makin' a freshman clss list
You niggs calssist, and my nigga
I'm classic
I'm not eclectic, but I spit to the masses
Actin', but I refuse to be tight casted
I'm laughin', don't like me
Then kiss my ass then
Imagine that there were more of us
Then my soul said "Just don't let
Them get hold of us" yeah, they notice us
Even when they pretendin' they don't see it
I guarantee that they iTunes
Got that latina shit
That 3D shit and they prolly won't admit it
'Cause my ass and my city
Will neglect I got the lyrics freak
I was a dealer and I
Ain't talkin' bout filis
Now I am a killer
So if we talkin' the illest?
Then you gotta mention me
Bars like a penitentiary
Coincidentally, I been schoolin'
Since elementary
Huh, I'm the illest in recent memory
So I guarantee when I finish
You gon' remember me queen

The last of a dying breed

You see these rhymers? I'm bored like Rodman
They got me 'round Primadonnas, uh
I read the comments
What they writtin' to me
My block niggas ain't on in that thing
They ain't the type to do it
Rappers, they nervous, when they agree
My 3 cyphers
Like I'm sharing at 'em, it ain't me
I'm the last of the dying, I'm rappin'
Rapidly firin'
Wrinkles in my momma's face
And I'm carrying iron
Ragiddy flynn, beats, I burn them down
Since I left, divin' on horizon
Since arrivin'
I've noticed the producers doin'
The most work they introduce us as artist
Still I can get you more furr
Ransom, you know me
I'll body this with the old verse
Stay long here, like Samson
We gettin' long furr
I mean we cut from the same cloth
I stand, bitches here like the rain cloth
I was told I was Superman with the cape off
The coup da coup without pants, see
I can bake soft bag the craft
Whippin' 2 pots at the same time
Like I'm doin' the Cabbage Patch
Matter fact, fat boi fresh is bubblin'
I salute the shootas that's left
Like Chris Mallot