T.C. - Ransom

They go crazy for the bread hold a nigga like a ransom
Pretty hoes on tip they all say that I look handsome
Bro said he was down bad on his dick so I hand some
Over niggas rockin masks like everyday not just october
Too much in my head so I can't sleep if I stay sober
Remember we was little used to sneak shit out the kroger
Whole foods 7/11 we was just lil thieves
Some my niggas graduated run up with the heat
Not for me I earned everything I eat can't compete
If this was track you not my heat you run up n you get beat
Just met this lil boujee jawnt she scoop me in mercedes
Bout to cut her off tho cause her ex dude wanna fade me
I can't do no drama bout no pussy that shit crazy
How he said he p tryna fight me bout a b?
Steady lookin for me tryna find out where my v
Got em trippin hard I'm just lil ol me
Got em thinkin hard what's the t and what's the c
If you meant to know then you would know just believe
They go crazy for the bread hold a nigga like a ransom
Pretty hoes on tip they all say that I look handsome
Bro said he was down bad on his dick so I hand some
Over niggas rockin masks like everyday not just october
Too much in my head so I can't sleep if I stay sober
Remember we was little used to sneak shit out the kroger
Whole foods 7/11 we was just lil thieves
Some my niggas graduated run up with the heat
Not for me I earned everything I eat can't compete
If this was track you not my heat you run up n you get beat

Written by:
Robert Collins

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