Look at this box that they puttin' Ransom in
I hereby give you the blood of a young champion
I see 'em throwing jabs, but, here's how I answer them
I hustle with this Ali shuffle, you shouldn't dance with 'em (Nah)
I'm ducking these interviews, I bob and weave with a different move
Then I dance when I score like I'm Victor Cruz
Pick and choose your opponents, I fights with the best of 'em
Then fight 'til the death with 'em (Yeah)
Won't strike a pedestrian (Nah)
What likely possеsses him? (What is it?)
True passion, who askin'?
Every timе I step in this square box, I produce action (Let's go)
I give 'em hell 'cause I did it well, ducked shots but got hit
So now, when it rains on me, I feel these shells
Another round left and you ain't got enough, fam
I'm lookin' at your corner, your work got a lot of cut, man
Huh, I think he said he's had enough, Ran (No mas)
You shouldn't bet against this TRUST fam
A young Aaron Pryor with felonies on the wire
Fair desire, man, I'm really too old to be airin' priors
True story, you got no drive for the lane I'm swerving in
I been a star, but they labellin' me a journeyman
Don't leave it to the judges, I raise my hand when the word is in
I never got robbed, so why would I have to worry, then? (Why?)
Severe hands and a sturdy chin, a couple flurries win
I'm punching after the bell, 'cause I never heard the "ding"
Endure pain, then I spit blood
Ignore the games and resist love just to keep a stiff grudge
I leave no prints on the fifth, cuh
I got to admit, bruh, I be in fury wearing these big gloves
There's not a nigga that can spar with me
Pull up and try to compare they bars with me
I give 'em a scar quickly, I'm thinking that God's with me
Controlling my breathing, they only tryna get even
When they at odds with me (Yeah)
Pure rock, this is straight glass
I teach 'em how to weigh it up
It's obvious he ain't built for this weight class
We all wanna see the greats clash (Yeah)
A straight blast, body shots that cave in ribs and break abs
Stoppin' who? They never gave me the proper due
I gotta prosper through when the situation get rocky too
I been down, I cannot be moved, Mötley Crüe
Rock a nigga, watch he snooze
Blood on my Versace shoes
They still praying that I'll prolly lose (Why?)
I triple g's, leave [?] bruised
I lived by the Gotti rules (What's that?)
That means you should watch ya mouthpiece
I'm Julius Caesar even without Greece
There's no division that can subtract me
The math free, don't wanna be counted out? Then you add me
Don't really matter what the math be (Nothing)
'Cause you only good as your last performance, nigga, just ask me