[Intro: 3D Na'Tee]

What's this talk from these no name niggas about who's the nicest

Who's the illest

Boy, you already know what it is

It's my motherfucking boy Duffle Bag Ran

You know I don't lend my energy for weak niggas

So it gotta be known

Roll with it and come get on the payroll

Or get rolled on

[Verse: Ransom]

If you thought about saying my name, nigga, forget it

An animal can only bite the hand that fed it

Gamble with your life, some niggas'll have to bet it

But the everyday struggle to you would be Akademik

Find 'em in the crevice

Reading old tweets of them talking over zealous

And act like they never said it

I see where this shit is headed

Life is a movie, and I'm playing with the edits

Have you laying with the medics, nigga

Be lucky if your name in the credits

Some niggas leave here with no tombstone

I was only 5 when my momma threw my ass in a group home

Now I'm cutting grass in a few homes, I'm too grown

Shit is all clear, gotta stay clear

'Cause niggas'll have your name in everything but a prayer

Man I swear, I'm in tuned with the hatred

I think like the kid who bent spoons in The Matrix

It's obvious the level is high

For you to live rich, several'll die

They say the devil's a lie, I talk real that's the rebel inside

Chip on the shoulder, never set it aside

So keep your feminine pride

The best ever, either dead or alive

No disrespect, that's competitive drive

It's better to die, if you don't live a life ready to thrive

I know they hate, see the red in they eyes, listen

Believe none of what you hear, a quarter of what you seeing

How you wan' race, the foreign or European?

The roars from the Koreans

Top model bitch, that whore be in my DM

Niggas play rich, you balling but I'm a GM

Stunting a team, I'm the nigga you become in your dreams

Put the gun to your queen

A Lil Uzi couldn't mumble a thing

A brass killer, but the humblest king

I don't thumble a thing

Counting this money got my thumb in a sling

10, 20, tuu, man too many hundreds to bring

Shit I'm too damn calm, you'll never see Ran rattled

Don't get sent up a stream or river you can't paddle

Niggas'll try and kill ya 'cause of what you got

The brighter the light shine, the darker the damn shadow

Chill, if you don't understand you will

You sleep on it you should plan ya will, this nigga Ran is ill

I spit cold, give your man the chills

A big problem, no answer still, got hands of steel

Who wan' smoke? I got cancer still

Who wan' coke? I got grams to deal

Who on Ransom's heels? I'm here homie, let's get to it

So fuck who did it before, I'm the best to do it

I custom kitted the Porsche, but the Lex is stupid

Encrusted chips on the cross, the baguettes is blueish

A gang full of niggas, the execs is Jewish

I don't talk just to be talking, I expect to do it

[Outro: 3D Na'Tee]

What the fuck you thought?

Nigga you better take that mumble rap shit over there

Go dye your hair or something, this real rap right here

The president, Duffle Bag Ran

You already know what it is, right? Hahaha