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