Vietnam

[Verse 1: Ransom]

So many praying that Ran fell, you can't tell?

These people expecting Heaven but never could they withstand Hell

I Die Hard like Bruce Willis and Samuel

Sipping Champale and party harder than Manziel

Vodka and tonic got me thinking like Prophet Muhammad

I'm not an Islamic I'm a product of copping narcotics

I'm hot as a comet, hoes give me top til they vomit

Something exotic, Carribean, Dominican goddess

The shit is symbolic, powerful performances

Bars made of 24 karats, so fuck the choruses

Huh, niggas know I'm raw with the rhymes

Cause I'm known to off sides with these offensive lines

Leave em lost in the Vines, you thinking it's social media

I'm thinking it's deep in the jungle with hopes of leaving ya

Slitting ya throat and bleeding ya, you ain't got a chance to live

Smoke a nigga wig off, leave em just like a cancer kid (damn)

I know that I'm a little insensitive

Grew up kinda poor, we barely had any cents to live

Now it's Peter Luger's, cutting up an expensive rib

Cursing out the bums, cause I ain't got any cents to give

They saying I'm not the one

I leave em full of clips like the moon blocking the sun

When these goons cocking they guns, they don't even see the car

Roll around the mud in fatigues like I'm in Vietnam

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

Ya nahmean

Jersey's front court

Vietnam, I know

I'm gonna talk about it

Parks is Parks for a reason

Right here? Beautiful, look

I'ma need those fatigues since I'm out here like a bounty

Traded the green jumper they gave me when I hit county

Nah, I'm sorry, I need my pilot seat

I say that speaking from the clouds, these are pilot [?]

Probably why these model bitches wanna ride with me

If I can't say it publicly, then I won't say it privately

Just how real I could spit it, it's whatever you wanna bet

A nigga got a few million in liquid

Gotta stop son from peeling that biscuit

We'll always have more to lose dog, it's just a feeling I live with

With this one side bitch that'll mourn me if I let her

So don't call me for whatever but a orgy or better

I'm just standing on the ceiling they told me I'd never meet

Took the pop out ularity, in spots you would dare to see

God could take mine right now, let it be painful

Cause every dream a nigga ever had came true

Shooting 100 from the field, just a path I create

They told me I could never have it this great

So even with a million motherfuckers grabbing my legs

Still knock the barrel down so the crabs can escape

Made believers out the fakes, was Caesar to the apes

For niggas that wasn't sure that we would see another day, Joey

Self-employed, so if I'm on that island by myself

Self-deployed, don't help that boy, I'm good

Ya nahmean

It's simple

Simple shit

Just logic

Just talking logic to em

One and one make two

Joey