Ready II (feat. Priest Pope)

(Yeah)
I took some time to myself
Had to take a lil bit of time

I took some time to myself
And realized the hand I was dealt
And it's cuts to the throat
If it ever threatens my wealth
Ain't nobody showing sympathy
Nowadays anyways

But we still hung on the block
On the coldest of days
Turn nights
Young bulls got active
And prayer was the only type of protection
Through all of the madness
We was young and reckless
But never wrongfully beat a nigga ass
Shawty was stressing
She was worried about my safety
One of my closest friends just stopped
Using them anti-depressants
I've never been so proud and mad at the same time
High on life
I'm grateful for it all now

The lows, the highs
My girlfriend slash wife to be
The hoes in the past
That fumbled on me
Thank you soo much
The flows and the faith that I keep intact
The charismatic confidence that I exert
The beautiful souls that I attract
Me and Madiba notes playing tag all day
On root like C note (ah)
Sugar in a jar but I ain't a gringo
Twenty-five on the table
But I'm talking bout that K
Two point five on the spot
I gave lil mama a raise
Your bestie is a problem
Go ahead cut that bitch off
Baby I'll give you the blade

And these cats keep copying
Watching my every move from afar
You'd swear they using binoculars
Nosey ass niggas they remind of rhinoceros
Sipping scotch whiskey on the rocks
Mr Cashtime if you talking cara cara
Mr Cashtime if you talking bout that playback
Everytime I play my shit she ask me to play it back
Everytime I talk my shit
I make my new favourite track
And everytime I count my blessings
I run out of toes and fingers
That's when you know it's really real (yeah)
And if I die before I plan
Let the club and the east side live forever
East side live forever
(Yeah)