ok ransum u wanna diss sonny but u suck//
who want what wit me, im like, luvin what u come, with//
not, but the gat'll pop, leave u purple like a plum is//
look, 'i get on a track' n 'run this', wat it, is//
heavy as lug boots, i'll fuck u up//
duke u lucked out//
i'll buck, 'duck down' or get 'shot the fuck up'//
plus.. my mind state as of late is focused on not waitin//
im, anxious, ta put yall marks underground like pipe layin//
yea, spray dat 9 thing, rupture ya spine n spleen//
7 spray, i bet he fake wit a lame rhymin scheme//
so mine'll spring like shocks on a car//
ransum commin at me, u may as well stop were u are
yea

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