Fifth Ransom - Ali (feat. S.K. GHOST)

Look
This that ali
Nowhere close to rope a dope
The silver lining
Fith Nation Music about to blow
Unique like siamese
These words surpress this Overload
And this just might be
The realest shit I ever wrote
This that ali
Nowhere close to rope a dope
The silver lining
5th Nation Music about to blow
Unique like siamese
These words surpress this Overload
And this just might be
The realest shit I ever wrote
I remember playing hopscotch
Chilling with a foxtrot
Pushing on my pedals
As I chase down hoes
Now I'm in the dope spot
Knowing that the block hot
Serving up some feinds
And they ain't trying to go home
No
The swag is on that mister clean
It's cocaine to the soul
This more than just a dream
And even more i haven't told
I be loading up believe
That i done traveled down this Road
I be whipping for the team
Daily chasing what is owed
Gold
Ever wrote
It's hell a notes
I flip the slope
I got em coach
Listen close
This not a boast
Its honestly my longest joast
Im shifted from the twelve of coke
Miss me with the shit they spoke
Honeing a ferocious flow
No ransom when its physical
And honestly it's typical
But when you see ransom up on The beat you know its lyrical
Not fearing fools but I put fear in Fools
And you know the flow is quick
Where's your tennis shoes
This that ali
Nowhere close to rope a dope
The silver lining
5th Nation Music about to blow
Unique like siamese
These words surpress this Overload
And this just might be
The realest shit I ever wrote
This that ali
Nowhere close to rope a dope
The silver lining
5th Nation Music about to blow
Unique like siamese
These words surpress this Overload
And this just might be
The realest shit I ever wrote
Fighting for my future
Sorry if it don't suit you
They say its in the stars
But Im trying to get it sooner
Natural born loser
Got to get it out the mud
Eyes to the sky
There's a haven for a thug
Trying to see my name in lights
I swear I want it all
Going to die a living legend
Like pac and biggie smalls
Always stand tall
That's how the streets raised me
Try to follow my flow
This this gets amazing
I'm in it for the love
Dont care about the fame
I'm in it for the riches
The other shit lame
Six time fellon
Did time in the pin
Cuz ghost aint tell it
This that ali
Nowhere close to rope a dope
The silver lining
Fifth Nation Music about to blow
Unique like siamese
These words surpress this Overload
And this just might be
The realest shit I ever wrote

Written by:
Jason Sherrick, Ryan Addison

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