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[Verse 1] Probly the realest shit I ever wrote How you comin up wit bars when you sellin dope Winter time seen a fiend try and sell a coat That’s when I spit the realest shit instead of tellin jokes Wasnt a problem when a nigga wasnt eatin Dirty ass boots and them bitches wasn't speakin Now I’m gettin money fly to Vegas for the weekend Out in San Juan cuz I only fuck with Puerto Ricans The Don of the East Land, calm on the beach But I keep my hands dirty cuz my palms in the streets Hood politician with a good pot to piss in I am opposite of Barack so if you could Josh a missin’ Decano of rap, paint pictures on the clap And the snare in the hat Shakespeare on the track It appears that I’m back like a bear on attack Keep my ears on the facts, put my peers on the map Sent to prison cuz I was a little out of order Couple years later now I cant figure out my daughter Toys R' Us trips got her spoiled from the jump Felt guilty I was gone I buy her anything she want Everyday I’m drunk, tryna figure out my path will we ever be rich before we witness God’s wrath Damn.. I’m tryna figure out my path Will be ever be rich before we witness God’s wrath Jack-son like Bo runnin the 50 yard dash Letras de cancionesin my cellar would never listen to yall spittin yall trash The poet of the century up in the penitentiary Fuck it its elementary spit it with such intensity I’m close to the riches in my heart I can feel it But never would I jeopardize my heart and my spirit Damn.. I’m so close I can feel it But never would I jeopardize my heart and my spirit [Verse 2] Who you know wit a better storyline? Before I’m done the name Ransom will be Immortalized No smoke in no mirrors and no distorted lies The truth of the matter will leave em horrified Deep in my daughters eyes I can see confusion Cuz her parents not organized And thats where the torture lies Came home my daughter started runnin from me My baby mother all she want is money from me And why am I nervous as hell? I seen an old man burned in his cell For no purpose but mail Came home rappin, like nothin happened Like I aint leave a place where they keepin my brothers trapped in Now I’m in a transitional phase And I dont want my ambition to fade Plans switchin, Rans missin these days My fam bitchin, man listen I’m dazed My damn vision, fans listen amazed They dont know how I be comin up with it They hear the pain in my voice I dont be makin up this shit I aint them other pricks I dont be on the other shit I’m as hard as them kidney stones that made my mother sick And made me wanna flip But last time I did that I lost 2 years I’d never get back Made me wanna quit rap I had to sit back, analyse life how could I risk that Tearin up the booth I kinda miss that So it’s time to get back, dig deep, spit crack And when I’m talkin money n bundles its cuz I miss Stacks Picked up my pen to write, bunkie doin 10 to life Told me thats the shit that turn men to mic's Send the kite Now when you touch down, Ran, bend the mic Nigga you the truth But the truth is a bully niggas pretend to like Shit hurts me, january 13th The night I got the worst sleep C.O.'s tryna search me I only pay attention when its dirt cheap But I’m out the door they can’t hurt me Curse the day that they cursed me Yeah I’m glad I made it but I aint fascinated Starin at my Affidavit tryna get Acclimated Some niggas wish I was assassinated I made it back aint got congratulated These Labels procrastinated Now I’m takin it in my own hands I’m a grown man, niggas will never own Ran Now that kid that seen his father get sniped Turned out to be larger then life So please pardon my gripes Cuz bein real is just a part of my stripes So I never let the money and fame tarnish my sight From Letras Mania