Photo Bomb

[Verse 1: Ransom] Let's cross that bridge when I get there I write with a passion, some of the best fear A breath of fresh air, kill off some of the next year What's left here? I cried many nights to rise to the next tier Respect where? Y'all only got vision to see the check clear, yeah You're photographing all the clones in action, posing, acting No reaction while the photo's flashing 'cause your soul is lacking So distracting, I paint pictures, was nevеr known for captions You see my cloth and them threads, you reap what you sow in fashion Thеse little shorties want no parts of Ransom Nah, they pushing forty, making party anthems This is America, it's all about styling with ego But all these little gangbangers is Childish Gambinos And while these dickheads still comparing the size of libidos I'm flying arenas, spilling drinks in a private casino You selling records being you but still trying to be me though You making movies but your role is the size of DeVito's Acquire some kilos then I'm set to retire like Vito The Godfather Corleone, but I’m wired like Debo It's me though [Chorus: Ransom] Even in a crowded room, I roll solo Red carpet looks with no promo V.I.P reserve seats they had to release because I'm a no-show Not comfortable with taking photos Watching Mayweather so close overheard what he told Cotto How much higher can I go though? But y'all really know though I'm wearing my hoodie when I'm in Soho 'Cause I don't want to take no photos, no [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] I ain't waiting 'til it dry, I'ma sell these wet They heard from that fiend in days Sent twelve to do a wellness check That nigga pussy, might as well be stretched And he deserve every shell he catch, connect mail me fent' Direct deposits plus the label still mail me checks If she can tell we blessed, I'm on top, she gon' tell me yes Niggas be asking me how I did it But it ain't really shit, I can tell you I'm just that nigga I just got smarter about my business The bank account two commas, the Ms pushing two digits Woo, Machine and Ransom highly flammable We the new Legion of Doom, we Hawk and Animal Pass over the loot Brown fur fox on, drag over my boots, mask over my troops Heh, so babe, put away your camera 'Cause I really be moving with the hammers [Chorus: Ransom] Even in a crowded room, I roll solo Red carpet looks with no promo V.I.P reserve seats they had to release because I'm a no-show Not comfortable with taking photos Watching Mayweather so close overheard what he told Cotto How much higher can I go though? But y'all really know though I'm wearing my hoodie when I'm in Soho 'Cause I don't want to take no photos, no