Lyrics King's Ransom - Anthony Kannon

Niggas telling hood tales, but you know your hood frail
Fuck a cop, tell him go to bed-he look 12

You′ve never been the shooter, and you ain't ever took shells
Pull up to my block-it′s just rap and the kush smell

The neighbors right; I been trapping day & night
Bro broke the code, I can't take it light...
Buy the whole batch from the plug if the flavor right
Forbidden fruit bout to take a bite, always gave great advice

Homie you the snake type; that's why I never chilled with you
It′s all in the arm; scrape till the real gristle
Win like Bill Russell; what Wilt get you
Don′t matter who came with you, they'll get killed with you

You don′t get no bread, I ain't tryna deal with you
Weed green & came in a jar like a dill pickle
Flow evil, make a pastor crack a laugh and smirk
Outer space, climb up the rank-bitch I′m Captain Kirk

Fill the backy, get to talking like I'm Neil DeGrasse; you wanna know how I′m feeling-ask
Flow rugged, get disgusting-forreal I'm nasty; I'm at work and cops still harass me

I dont censor nothing, I′m speaking my voice
I′m a student of the game, and teacher by choice
You don't use your brain, and it′s proving my point
I got the big bat, hit him head like-BOINK

Told the bitch I'm a star, gotta look from afar
We sip dark liquor straight and roll kush in cigars
Big pile of money just to cushion to fall
Can′t believe I used to look up to y'all, you niggas frauds man

We used to sell drugs, now these niggas fiends
Met up with the plug, tryna sell you dreams
When he pull up to the crib, you gon know it′s ready
You can tell by the window like Krispy Kreme