Ryanito - Baltimore

I got you pinned down theres nowhere you can go/
my homies hold it down from Frederick to Baltimore/
Legendary hustlers players all the same/
Never stop moving keep playing that game/

full of animosity/
With a mind that’s in-prisoned /
Envision idols who deny true religion/
Homicidal to my rivals based on a decision/
That when I die at the time Im the realest mf living/
rappers think this game is sweet/
the scope is precision/
you in my vision/
lord gave me that permission/
the reaper on vacation who just sent me a transmission/
to tell me take his place and do his evil bidding/
Steady swimming in the river hades no position/
had a premonition that theyd try make em miss it/
I swear they never listen when its gold that I am spitting/
24 karats charm city watch it glisten/

What you see from us/
What you needed was/
Just another way out/

It’s the season blood/
Leave em leaking uhh/
Demons in my head when I shout/

I got a reason to/
Turn the heater up/
I doubt they really know what it’s about/

We the heathens of/
The greatest evil ones/
In the game no name can bring us down/

I'm from a city/
In my eyes is ever gritty/
It's where the clever get they leverage/
path is seldom pretty/
streets will turn you to a felon/
well into the grizzy/
The name is ringing bells everytime I'm stepping in it/
Until the day I'm finished I will squeeze till I diminish/ every last bar out the cartridge like a penny/
copper flying everywhere the catalyst the henny/
Fire everytime I pull the trigger like a semi/
If we got an issue take your pick homie there's Plenty/
Hacking off these limbs im the butcher like I'm Benny/
shout out bodymore murdaland is represented/
None of this demented/
I did it for the hood/
For ballers riding Dayton’s in those 80s whips with wood/
They believed in me before even I could/
So I had to make a track for my home just like I should/

What you see from us/
What you needed was/
Just another way out/

It’s the season blood/
Leave em leaking uhh/
Demons in my head when I shout/

I got a reason to/
Turn the heater up/
I doubt they really know what it’s about/

We the heathens of/
The greatest evil ones/
In the game no name can bring us down/

Written by:
Ryan Ellis Larranaga, Carlo Corrieri, Magdalena Kaltcheva

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