Ransom Lyrics - Singles - Jempas

[Verse 1: Jempas] 

I've been in the game for a while now, 

Produced shit I'm proud of 

My flow be the meanest 

My lyrics devour 

Ouens always be hating 

Yeah but I don't even see 'em 

Got my own life to worry bout' 

You think that I need em? 

Just completed blog 1 of my freshman year 

Guess you could say that I'm 

Running through this life with no fear 

Everything is looking great 

I be busy with my studies 

Rappers might be jealous 

I ain't got no worries 

I, run up in the studio tryna perfect my tracks 

Ain't got no time to be lying 

I'm only stating facts 

I'm the son of a soldier 

My mom is a cook 

But my tracks stay dope 

Even without a hook 

I'm misunderstood, here's my book 

Go on and take a look 

My shit be so pure 

It's a prayer book 

And yal already know the team that I belong to 

Just out here repping us 

So yal can come and tag along too 

If you turn your back on me 

You're just another hater 

But f*ck that, 

You'll still come crawling back sooner or later 

People constantly keep my name in their mouth 

Cause I'm known in every province and not just in the South 

I'm the... 

Talk of the town, my plan is in full swing 

Asking why you should bow down? 

I'm a underground king damn 

Prolly why my relationships are always dried out 

I've always been a lil' insecure and full of doubt 

Girls always wonder what goes on in this head of mine 

I'm busy thinking of how you and I gon' combine, 

Cross da line, pour out some red wine and 

After that have a convo through the telephone line 

I know its hard babygirl, I can see your struggle 

And the people around you 

Only seem to give you trouble 

But don't despair, I promise you that I care 

And when no one is around 

I promise that I'll be there 

Uhh, 

Now back to me, back to the highest degree 

I guarantee to show you something you'd like to see 

Shout out to Yakes, that nigga rolled me my first blunt 

And yes I'm very hard to find, 

Treasure hunt 

At the moment there's only three things on my mind 

That's rapping and playing soccer 

And never falling behind (uh) 

My focus ain't on b*tches at this point in time 

Tryna make myself ten figures 

And then they'll truly be mine (whoa) 

[Verse 2: Tha Real U] 

Alright, 

Killer on beat, Killer in streets 

I kill whatever it is, with weapons from overseas 

Yal know it as Gospel, I know it as Truth 

Ransomed from sin - look at me, 

My spirit's bulletproof 

I don't even need a booth, I'm the proof 

That you can reach your aim 

When you claim, to attain 

A certain level of fame 

But I'm Proverbs 27 verse 2 

(what?) read it if you wana have a clue 

I don't brag about myself 

I let the people bring the praise bru 

Sjo, you know how we dooo? (yeah I do) 

Shalom Bayiti, 

That's Hebrew (salute) 

Yeah, 

Leggo