Born Ready
Fucking pussy I ain't ever scared
Most these rappers are faking it and I'm well aware
Yea, looking at me with a jealous stare
I guess the joke is on you for thinking I really care
Where I'm from ain't no one can let it be
If you want to go and get that money you can get it G
But i ain't ever seen no one make paper off of petty beef
And if you do that shit enough it'll fuck up your legacy
Uh, yea I'm so done with this shit
I'm ready to run through the clip palm on the grip
Motherfucker karmas a bitch, hater's all on my dick
I'm ready and I'm coming heavy till they calling it quits
And yo, I don't care and why should I
I see it for what it is through my good eye
In my hood I waved all the fakes goodbye
I'm hotter than the summer sun in the middle of July
Fucking snitches yall been taking the coward's way
I stay away from you lil bitches I'm making power plays
Pissing everyone off like I'm an hour late
It's not my fault that people are pussy nowadays
Yet they act like it is
And when I'm rapping they reacting like I'm smacking a bitch
How could most of yall be backing these kids
That been talking bout a life they ain't actually lived
Like what?
Homies on the side
Bitch in the ride
Live then we die
We came to get live
I'm ready, yea I was born ready
Homies on the side
Bitch in the ride
Live then we die
We came to get live
I'm ready, yea I was born ready
All about the business and we made it clear
I got love for my city but I hate it here
And can you blame me I've been in the game for years
The only thing it brought me is blood, pain, and tears
I lift off amidst all the brick walls
that I'm talking to cuz all they do is lip off
And it's all cool do you and shit talk
But you'll have to do more than that for me to piss off
Ain't done till I'm the winner of the race
Wanna doubt on me I'll put a middle finger to your face
Cuz all the people dissing me are literally fake
Ima leave it up to yall you can bicker and debate
Cuz yo I ain't got time for that
And like fall you'll get clocked when I wind it back
Cuz i've been in it for a minute I'm a grimy cat
And at the motherfucking top is where you'll find me at
D-Lo
Homies on the side
Bitch in the ride
Live then we die
We came to get live
I'm ready, yea I was born ready
Homies on the side
Bitch in the ride
Live then we die
We came to get live
I'm ready, yea I was born ready
Yea
Most these rappers are faking it and I'm well aware
Yea, looking at me with a jealous stare
I guess the joke is on you for thinking I really care
Where I'm from ain't no one can let it be
If you want to go and get that money you can get it G
But i ain't ever seen no one make paper off of petty beef
And if you do that shit enough it'll fuck up your legacy
Uh, yea I'm so done with this shit
I'm ready to run through the clip palm on the grip
Motherfucker karmas a bitch, hater's all on my dick
I'm ready and I'm coming heavy till they calling it quits
And yo, I don't care and why should I
I see it for what it is through my good eye
In my hood I waved all the fakes goodbye
I'm hotter than the summer sun in the middle of July
Fucking snitches yall been taking the coward's way
I stay away from you lil bitches I'm making power plays
Pissing everyone off like I'm an hour late
It's not my fault that people are pussy nowadays
Yet they act like it is
And when I'm rapping they reacting like I'm smacking a bitch
How could most of yall be backing these kids
That been talking bout a life they ain't actually lived
Like what?
Homies on the side
Bitch in the ride
Live then we die
We came to get live
I'm ready, yea I was born ready
Homies on the side
Bitch in the ride
Live then we die
We came to get live
I'm ready, yea I was born ready
All about the business and we made it clear
I got love for my city but I hate it here
And can you blame me I've been in the game for years
The only thing it brought me is blood, pain, and tears
I lift off amidst all the brick walls
that I'm talking to cuz all they do is lip off
And it's all cool do you and shit talk
But you'll have to do more than that for me to piss off
Ain't done till I'm the winner of the race
Wanna doubt on me I'll put a middle finger to your face
Cuz all the people dissing me are literally fake
Ima leave it up to yall you can bicker and debate
Cuz yo I ain't got time for that
And like fall you'll get clocked when I wind it back
Cuz i've been in it for a minute I'm a grimy cat
And at the motherfucking top is where you'll find me at
D-Lo
Homies on the side
Bitch in the ride
Live then we die
We came to get live
I'm ready, yea I was born ready
Homies on the side
Bitch in the ride
Live then we die
We came to get live
I'm ready, yea I was born ready
Yea
Credits
Writer(s): Daylon Grimard
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