Ramsey

Yo, look My feet bleeding but I'm still runnin' It's been a minute since I've killed somethin' Son of niggas work the field drummers Asia Mei shave a whole onion Carve your face up, pat your pumpkin If you actin' funny Beat that ass like you stole somethin' His body shaking like his soul crumpin' No this no frontin' Bags packed going back to Lunden (shit) Remember I was lackin' Nowadays I be stackin' money All about the dollars Close, kicks, and collars Circle got a limit From a distance I watch it Always got to know who's plottin' I'm from Long Beach so Gotham is no problem Many men wish death upon me So I'm never lonely, got a few homies If not the Glock clocked for all you jabronies I swear you won't walk away runnin' up on me But I'ma keep it cool now You can tell by this cool sound Don't let this smooth taste fool you One false move and you might lose your noodles Twice the pride is double the fall You can't ball, your fundamentals is off Actin' hard knowin' you soft You the dude in the crew runnin' errands for the boss Little nigga, you lost Said little nigga, you lost Watch yo' mouth, you will get tossed Body found in the back of a Ross We try to make love a place we belong Stay together all the way