Ready To Die
Mic check one-two one-two
Cartel cause hell Ima solo crew
And I only live loyal you should do that too
Because your strongest enemy is probably in your crew
So I don't fuck with none of these fake bitches
And I don't fuck with none of these fake niggas
All I do is go hard & focus on getting my millions
Oops my bad I meant billions
Double up then make trillions
Buy deeds & build buildings
While trying not to burn bridges
I'm gone nigga
Until I'm on nigga
E.T. I phone home nigga
Bowflex off that strong nigga
Roll blunts fuck your cones nigga
I do this shit I'm grown nigga
I do this here on my own nigga
Henny shots to the dome nigga
Like Drake I'm so far gone nigga
Oooouu!
Please don't kill my vibe
Boy I'm way too high
This that biggie ready to die
But I'm on my Tupac shit
Hit them up & make them switch
Boy I'm living Ruthless like I'm on my Dre & Cube tip
& my muscle grand hustle just like I was signed to Tip
Every nigga on the gram think they Money Making Mitch
While I'm trying to be like Ace without the bullets from them clips
Paid & full I make it flip
State to state we making trips
Hold up
Hold up
Know I'm ready to die
Please don't kill my vibe
Because you know I'm super high
& I'm from the east side
Where them doors are suicide
Every day I'm fresh to death
This that Biggie ready to die
Hold up
Ooouu
Ooouu
Ooouu
Don't kill my vibe
Boy I'm way too high
This that biggie ready to die
Hold Up
Ooouu
(Ya know)
Cartel cause hell Ima solo crew
And I only live loyal you should do that too
Because your strongest enemy is probably in your crew
So I don't fuck with none of these fake bitches
And I don't fuck with none of these fake niggas
All I do is go hard & focus on getting my millions
Oops my bad I meant billions
Double up then make trillions
Buy deeds & build buildings
While trying not to burn bridges
I'm gone nigga
Until I'm on nigga
E.T. I phone home nigga
Bowflex off that strong nigga
Roll blunts fuck your cones nigga
I do this shit I'm grown nigga
I do this here on my own nigga
Henny shots to the dome nigga
Like Drake I'm so far gone nigga
Oooouu!
Please don't kill my vibe
Boy I'm way too high
This that biggie ready to die
But I'm on my Tupac shit
Hit them up & make them switch
Boy I'm living Ruthless like I'm on my Dre & Cube tip
& my muscle grand hustle just like I was signed to Tip
Every nigga on the gram think they Money Making Mitch
While I'm trying to be like Ace without the bullets from them clips
Paid & full I make it flip
State to state we making trips
Hold up
Hold up
Know I'm ready to die
Please don't kill my vibe
Because you know I'm super high
& I'm from the east side
Where them doors are suicide
Every day I'm fresh to death
This that Biggie ready to die
Hold up
Ooouu
Ooouu
Ooouu
Don't kill my vibe
Boy I'm way too high
This that biggie ready to die
Hold Up
Ooouu
(Ya know)
Credits
Writer(s): Lamar Anderson, Rischelle Carter
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