Dag I'm feeling like hacksaw With the wood in my hand now I'm boutta just blast off these thoughts They splattered all over this white paper What I'm doing I'm in the cut as if a taper Feeling hella clutch like Reggie Miller on Pacers You can never bite my style even with the teeth of a saber A young Jedi with a baby blue light saber A Yoda like mind state they darker then Darth Vader uh I'm real evocative with speech I got a dollar and a dream, a hundred followers that tweet They acknowledge what I speak so I'm positive I'mma be What they believe in, so I'mma go off The pencil equal the needle now I'm boutta sow off Fake people more like Mosquitoes man they bout to know off With plenty to learn never acting like I know all They always acting real crazy yellin' why he show off, I say
(Yea, Yea, I'm Ready Set Set, Yea, Yea, I'm Ready Go Go (4x)
[Verse 2: Carmine]
Hate is a four letter word so is rich That's the only thing we got in common bitch Yea I'm positive ill make deposits bitch You should hang it up on some closet shit What the fuck you tryna do with that I'm pricing Hublots where the fuck is your wrist at? That's french shit, how the fuck is your accent? In a merci bleu coupe with the AC blasting Fuck you because I like the words You renting my style man you like the shirts You can't rent my drive we ain't fuckin' hertz My girl got more common sense then a fuckin' purse Go to Columbia set important goals I rather import Columbia for your fuckin' nose Get a gold crucifix, Diamonds through his toes On judgement day hey I'm Ready Set Go
(Yea, Yea, I'm Ready Set Set, Yea, Yea, I'm Ready Go Go (4x)
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