Ransom (feat. Mandae)
I make em pay for verses like I'm holding them for ransom
Walking in the street and people scream my name out random
Kissed 2 bitches all at the same time that shit was random
But I'm not surprised that shit's expected cos I'm handsome
I'm the mandem, I want sumn I demand it
I can't let no shawty from the hood tell me bout standards
I been on that liquor now I'm lit just like a candle
I'm just tryna fuck lil shawty wanna know my handle
Tryna get my niggas out the hood
There were days we had no money slept without no food
Fool me once then shame on you if twice then I'm the fool
I'm tryna spread my wings so I can fly I need red bull
Walking in the street somebody telling me about bibles
Playing jazzy music now I feel like a disciple
It's kinda funny how I think I'm better than my idols
Fucked her now she like a wrestler tryna get a title
I never came from the north, but I got a shawty that's giving me face
Hit up my nigga Moskie I told him to give me something with a bass
I'm on my way to the top I switch up my gear and I pick up the pace
You Niggas ain't got no swag you wearing a sneaker but tying the lace
I make em pay for verses like I'm holding them for ransom
Walking in the street and people scream my name out random
Kissed 2 bitches all at the same time that shit was random
But I'm not surprised that shit's expected cos I'm handsome
I'm the mandem, I want sumn I demand it
I can't let no shawty from the hood tell me bout standards
I been on that liquor now I'm lit just like a candle
I'm just tryna fuck lil shawty wanna know my handle
Yeah uh
I just hit a shawty bro I think her name Samantha
My money like an orchestra, I'm tryna get my bands up
Been smoking rappers, lyrical cancer
Shawty fake as plastic but ain't fucking wit no rappers?
Man fuck outta here
My type of caliber is hard to compare
Hop on the mic and bodies disappear
Man I feel like a lion hunting for the dear
I'd drop a classic if you niggas dare
But the sound can be duplicated everywhere
Whole lotta kush clouds in the air
These clowns ain't IT who they tryna scare?
You niggas too busy fumbling bags, we're playing for keeps
Most of your bros keep taking a L and ya'll are compelled and calling it P
Most of your hoes are there for your clout, you wifing them up, you niggas asleep
I'm outchea wit Troskii, Moskie we ready to eat, we takin the lead, you niggas deceased
Walking in the street and people scream my name out random
Kissed 2 bitches all at the same time that shit was random
But I'm not surprised that shit's expected cos I'm handsome
I'm the mandem, I want sumn I demand it
I can't let no shawty from the hood tell me bout standards
I been on that liquor now I'm lit just like a candle
I'm just tryna fuck lil shawty wanna know my handle
Tryna get my niggas out the hood
There were days we had no money slept without no food
Fool me once then shame on you if twice then I'm the fool
I'm tryna spread my wings so I can fly I need red bull
Walking in the street somebody telling me about bibles
Playing jazzy music now I feel like a disciple
It's kinda funny how I think I'm better than my idols
Fucked her now she like a wrestler tryna get a title
I never came from the north, but I got a shawty that's giving me face
Hit up my nigga Moskie I told him to give me something with a bass
I'm on my way to the top I switch up my gear and I pick up the pace
You Niggas ain't got no swag you wearing a sneaker but tying the lace
I make em pay for verses like I'm holding them for ransom
Walking in the street and people scream my name out random
Kissed 2 bitches all at the same time that shit was random
But I'm not surprised that shit's expected cos I'm handsome
I'm the mandem, I want sumn I demand it
I can't let no shawty from the hood tell me bout standards
I been on that liquor now I'm lit just like a candle
I'm just tryna fuck lil shawty wanna know my handle
Yeah uh
I just hit a shawty bro I think her name Samantha
My money like an orchestra, I'm tryna get my bands up
Been smoking rappers, lyrical cancer
Shawty fake as plastic but ain't fucking wit no rappers?
Man fuck outta here
My type of caliber is hard to compare
Hop on the mic and bodies disappear
Man I feel like a lion hunting for the dear
I'd drop a classic if you niggas dare
But the sound can be duplicated everywhere
Whole lotta kush clouds in the air
These clowns ain't IT who they tryna scare?
You niggas too busy fumbling bags, we're playing for keeps
Most of your bros keep taking a L and ya'll are compelled and calling it P
Most of your hoes are there for your clout, you wifing them up, you niggas asleep
I'm outchea wit Troskii, Moskie we ready to eat, we takin the lead, you niggas deceased
Credits
Writer(s): Tshepo Mokoena
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