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 never known for captions
You see my cloth and them threads, you reap what you sow in fashion
These 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