Lame Duck - Ramson Badbonez

Out of the dark we came to light it up

Everybody the best but they don’t write enough

Man y’all a mess you better tighten up

Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck

Verse 1 Tru Trilla

I leave no survivors, flow molten lava

Who the best from Newark to Budapest you a liar

I rip your poster

Piss on your stage burn your flyer

We’ll fly through your car window, shoot out the tyres

You ain’t hot dog, no papaya

You’re boxed off like a flat top

Chopped up like crack rock

Bagged up in my stash spot

Flow dangerous, we a lock out tag

Short upper cut will shock you

You get knocked out fast

Shot the fuck up, cos your ass hopped out last

You got the smartest mouth

The dumbest one in the class, scared to read out loud

Cos everybody’ll laugh, that shit trash

Hook 2 — Tru Trilla

Out of the dark we came to light it up

Everybody the best but they don’t write enough

Man y’all a mess you better tighten up

Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck

Verse 2 — Fly Kwa

It’s kinda funny some niggas grow they stay the same

I’m blowin' smoke in a new V when I’m changin' lanes

Niggas talk a good game they some sore losers

050 the drug that they all usin'

Gotta push it in the hood the money is comin'

If it’s beef it’s beef, if it’s nothin' it’s nothin'

I turn nothin into somethin with some hustles baby

All in the south war goin' fuckin' crazy

Young niggas as well, and they got em choppers

Who the fuck you gonna call, Ras Baraka

We them street soldiers, don’t wanna war with Kwa

We’ll have your whole house surrounded like the warrant squad

Hook 3 Tru Trilla

Out of the dark we came to light it up

Everybody the best but they don’t write enough

Man y’all a mess you better tighten up

Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck

Verse 3 — Prince Ak

They lost in the dark I call it private

The game too dim we can’t alight it

Gems we spit got ‘em excited

Flow yo it’s the tightest, rappers they try and bite it

Ask him, he’ll deny it

Prince Ak he’s the flyest

Genitals riders they on my private

My shock is glow Bruce Leroy

Heroin bars we’re spittin' d boy

We’re the real they the decoy

The real definition of a G Boy

Yeah they rappin' but they don’t write enough

Hear the shit that they spittin' but they ain’t as tight as us

Hook 4 Tru Trilla

Out of the dark we came to light it up

Everybody the best but they don’t write enough

Man y’all a mess you better tighten up

Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck