Ro Ransom - Sorry Mrs. Ransom lyrics

[Verse 1: Ro Ransom] Yeah Man I'm ridin', bet my new mixtape on the horizon Slide in, cinnamon Dominicans that's 5'10 Flies them, batty boy you caught up in that pride sin n***as talking down but I do not recognize them I'm on my healthy sh**, chewin' on a Nutri-Grain Stompin' on these dirty a** rappers til my shoe gets stained You off track, don't come nowhere near my choo-choo-train The day I die will be the only way I lose the game Uh. Love music, hate yours Wiley Coyote but I never chase birds They want to k** a n***a so they can create furs And coats, but I'm not one to easily be poached Or easily be approached, You need to receive a choke Or a sleeper at least, I hope you can see that your teams a joke If you do it on your own, man who the f** can stop you You can not imagine all the bullsh** I got through I leave, come back, demand attention like the Rock do Say "f** my clique" and bust a b**h is something I will not do Spit like huck-to Sick like achoo Hungry, I am underfed, my pockets need that wonder bread Opinions are opinions, let me state the facts Most my wardrobe is grey and black Bullsh**? I ain't playing Jack I'm 19 and I'm great at rap So what the f** you got to say to that Vets can't see me, the best can't beat me First rapper to ever watch Sket Dance weekly Their saying "he's the one", I'm apparently him I'm bringing hope to New York City like I'm Jeremy Lin Cause I'm a monster on the beat I'm a dog without a leash Make it hot around your block, I'll make a sauna out the streets You are wrong if you believe that you are conquering the beast Pretty girls thats from the high wanna get it on beneath the sheets Uh. Who are you suppose to be? your gettin' old I put beats in a cloverleaf submission hold Quick a**essment, your ho is weak my b**h is gold I'm global warming, even locally your sh** is cold I've never regretted, saying what I feel Only sh** I should have said, could of said, would have said But that does no good, instead Please learn from my mistakes Life is too short to not take every chance you face And, uhh I think I'mma feel like this forever Forever, forever-ever, forever-ever I'm sorry Mrs. Ransom because Mrs. Ransom don't exist And the reason for that being all I care about is this Man I swear I'm bout this sh** Don't you dare try to doubt this sh** Disrespect the Harlem world, someone's airin' out a clip I ain't tryin' to face a casket I'm tryin' to face a bad b**h Designer made fashion, tidal wave crashin' On purpose style, no by mistake accident You sidenote swag, that's by-the-way wack sh** Even if they kick me out I'll find a way back in No time for women cause I'm trying to make a cla**ic But I see Rihanna in my future y'all I target lots of goals and I plan to shoot em all I took a long time, I hope I ain't loosing ya'll Ransomnia, the 2012 coup de grace