Ready. Set Go (feat. $cotty)

Boatloads of marijuana
You got cold I kept you warm
You got high kept that low ego enormous
You're professional you gotta keep your job
I understand them people are some snobs
You'll lap them before they ever set their marks
Ready. set go!

How the hell you set you set your sites on me? Kind of random
I was outside your building for bite to eat from that stand
9th and canal I want the recipe from that island women
We got acquainted spent some days lately I've been cooking
You smelled the herb and claimed you weren't a square
I swore I didn't smoke and you told me not to swear
You pulled out the jay and sparked it I expose you for your mid
I had never got addicted never stuck to smoking cigs
Right now I'm unemployed I'm collecting unemployment
Four weeks for my enjoyment then it's back to drawing board
You pulled a couple strings I was pulling on cord
Mowing lawns for ends meat found yourself on my porch
Got my plugged in to your job but I refused it
Wouldn't pass a piss test fuck your name up and you'll lose it
This is not for my amusement know very well what I do
My nigga found a Cali plug in Cali this is where they grew

Boatloads of marijuana
You got cold I kept you warm
You got high, kept that low ego enormous

Boatloads of marijuana
You got cold I kept you warm
You got high kept that low ego enormous
You're professional you gotta keep your job
I understand them people are some snobs
You'll lap them before they ever set their marks
Ready. set go!

Applying pressure keep my head above the water
My homie get them packs in they just came across the border
Slicing pies like Papa John's just hit my line and place your order
Money stashed inside the mattress 'case I ever need a lawyer
You told me you was loyal
You told me you was for us
You ain't tell me you was lying, you ain't tell me you was bogus
I ain't know that you was fronting
How you treat me like I'm nothin
I showed you the other side I really thought this was 100
I guess I'm just a lost soul
Sitting at the crossroads
I see you on some my shit I thought this shit was ours though
I done earned so many stripes that shit look like a barcode
What you think I'm on for
This shit from the heart though
We at war in search of peace this shit got me so conflicted
Plus my cousin got indicted and my homie got convicted
I could serve a life sentence still I wouldn't do no switching
Why you tripping? My intentions was to better our position shawty listen

Boatloads of marijuana
You got cold I kept you warm
You got high kept that low ego enormous

Boatloads of marijuana
You got cold I kept you warm
You got high, kept that low ego enormous
You're professional you gotta keep your job
I understand them people are some snobs
You'll lap them before they ever set their marks
Ready. set go!



Credits
Writer(s): Scotty Bryant
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