[Intro]
Hey, I be talkin' to myself like in the mirror and shit, like
Is you ready for this shit?
Nigga, are you? What's up?
[Verse 1]
I wasn't ready for that hundred mil', but now I am
'Member being ready for war, but then the gun jammed
I guess God wasn't ready for him, now you blessed, nigga
He wasn't ready for you, homie
I was born ready (Day one), since a child, I was groomed
I'm just me and I ain't got no respect for a goon (Why not?)
'Cause real killers kill 'bout who they love, nigga
You got bricks and I need four and a split, you my plug, nigga (I respect that)
How many you niggas really know Mexicans? (None of you)
But shoot your Draco in the crowd, kill a pedestrian
Now look at you, you niggas ain't really killers (Killers)
Catchin' bodies, type to get you, you cryin', all in your feelings (Damn)
You was there but you ain't kill him? (Kill him), makin' them type of statements? (Why you do that?)
I'm like damn, you was just on the 'Gram exaggeration (Uh)
'Bout squad that and mob this, how you pull up and rob shit
Fact is, you ain't ready, nigga, you a whole bitch
I survived them streets, I seen some cold shit (I really did)
No longer speak to my partner 'cause he did ho shit (My nigga)
No longer fuck with my bitch, situation petty
I could've patched it, fixed it up, but I really wasn't ready
You think you ready for prison?
You think you can stop today, go do a twenty year sentence? Huh?
And keep my name out your mentions
Dome check 'em without flinchin', that 40 come with extensions, I'm ready
Hey, I be talkin' to myself like in the mirror and shit, like
Is you ready for this shit?
Nigga, are you? What's up?
[Verse 1]
I wasn't ready for that hundred mil', but now I am
'Member being ready for war, but then the gun jammed
I guess God wasn't ready for him, now you blessed, nigga
He wasn't ready for you, homie
I was born ready (Day one), since a child, I was groomed
I'm just me and I ain't got no respect for a goon (Why not?)
'Cause real killers kill 'bout who they love, nigga
You got bricks and I need four and a split, you my plug, nigga (I respect that)
How many you niggas really know Mexicans? (None of you)
But shoot your Draco in the crowd, kill a pedestrian
Now look at you, you niggas ain't really killers (Killers)
Catchin' bodies, type to get you, you cryin', all in your feelings (Damn)
You was there but you ain't kill him? (Kill him), makin' them type of statements? (Why you do that?)
I'm like damn, you was just on the 'Gram exaggeration (Uh)
'Bout squad that and mob this, how you pull up and rob shit
Fact is, you ain't ready, nigga, you a whole bitch
I survived them streets, I seen some cold shit (I really did)
No longer speak to my partner 'cause he did ho shit (My nigga)
No longer fuck with my bitch, situation petty
I could've patched it, fixed it up, but I really wasn't ready
You think you ready for prison?
You think you can stop today, go do a twenty year sentence? Huh?
And keep my name out your mentions
Dome check 'em without flinchin', that 40 come with extensions, I'm ready
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