[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
[Refrain] You ready? I'm ready I'm ready Born ready
[Verse 2] They took L.A. Reid from Sony, to me, that's like catchin' Chapo I'm goin' independent, to me, that's like hittin' the lotto' Havin' meetings at Roc Nation, and owning shit is the motto When Jay your big homie and the streets got you You drop a hit, you get too big, and they forget about you They say they bosses, but them niggas can't do shit without you Free my nigga Five, I'm out here sick without you Fuck a label, man, I can do this shit without you I had them bricks before you The cake was talkin' to me, I ignore you How my baby mama don't like me when I support you? Hood turned they back on me, but I still represent it 'Cause none of you lil' niggas could take back what I done in it I'm a don in it, Louis bag, gun in it High fashion, man purse, the drum in it If it's war, it's murder, you know that comes with it Bloodline a hustler, that mean my son with it I'm ready, more ready than ever Quarter mil' for the watch with no bezel Richard Mille, private jet, took a Draco to Cali We had the keys way before Khaled If Jay seen a hundred mil', I can see a hundred mil' I'ma keep playin' it still 'til I see that hundred mil' Puff seen a hundred mil', I could've did a hundred years I'm seventy percent off from that, I'm still thuggin' still Youngsta multi, Bagg multi Executive Gotti, I need a bowtie Big facts, no lie My nigga ain't got a platinum plaque, but got a platinum budget This shit was built off cocaine and we rely off hustlin' Come and sign with some niggas that can relate to you Or tell your story, the corporate, they can't relate to you They don't understand you, homie, they ain't ready for you You a gangster with a story, let me tell 'em for you
[Refrain] You ready? I'm ready I'm ready Born ready
[Bridge] You really ready for war? You really want a plug? You really want them bricks at your door? You ready? You really want you some millions? You think you can do what I done, had them bricks to the ceiling? You ready?
[Refrain] You ready? I'm ready I'm ready Born readyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
