Tha Real U - Ransom lyrics

[Verse 1: Jempas] I've been in the game for a while now Produced sh** 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 sh** 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 Probably 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 n***a 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 k**er on beat, k**er in streets I k** 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