Ready To Die
Bitch, what's good?
Imma cram it in your brain this time
No flaws, precision on fleek
Fuck everyone that doubted me
Because those pussy ass faggots all weak
Imma scream at the world
Till the world starts fucking listening to me
If your cards all suck
Find something positive that is not so bleak
I'm so happy, I could fucking blow up your house
I got a bomb inside my backpack and I'm ready to die
I'm so crazy, I'll give a cookie to a mouse
Don't be fucking crying, begging, asking me why
2023, I'm a life coach
Dishing out these pyramid schemes like a glorified vlogger
I don't really mean to be tight though
I just want to steal all your money and run off like a jogger
Dispirited me, how should I know?
Crossfaded off that zazzy and a motherfucking lager
I get different dreams after I smoke
Every time I go off, got to do it even louder
Till I die
Fuck the weight of expectations
Fucking music's all I'm making
Doesn't need to mean a thing
As long as it means I'm complacent
Fuck a break, these my creations
Want to share it with my nation
Fuck a break, I'm on vacation
In my head, my aspirations
I can't wait
I'm so happy, I could fucking blow up your house
I got a bomb inside my backpack and I'm ready to die
I'm so crazy, I'll give a cookie to a mouse
Don't be fucking crying, begging, asking me why
I'm so happy, I could fucking blow up your house
I got a bomb inside my backpack and I'm ready to die
I'm so crazy, I'll give a cookie to a mouse
Don't be fucking crying, begging, asking me why
Imma cram it in your brain this time
No flaws, precision on fleek
Fuck everyone that doubted me
Because those pussy ass faggots all weak
Imma scream at the world
Till the world starts fucking listening to me
If your cards all suck
Find something positive that is not so bleak
I'm so happy, I could fucking blow up your house
I got a bomb inside my backpack and I'm ready to die
I'm so crazy, I'll give a cookie to a mouse
Don't be fucking crying, begging, asking me why
2023, I'm a life coach
Dishing out these pyramid schemes like a glorified vlogger
I don't really mean to be tight though
I just want to steal all your money and run off like a jogger
Dispirited me, how should I know?
Crossfaded off that zazzy and a motherfucking lager
I get different dreams after I smoke
Every time I go off, got to do it even louder
Till I die
Fuck the weight of expectations
Fucking music's all I'm making
Doesn't need to mean a thing
As long as it means I'm complacent
Fuck a break, these my creations
Want to share it with my nation
Fuck a break, I'm on vacation
In my head, my aspirations
I can't wait
I'm so happy, I could fucking blow up your house
I got a bomb inside my backpack and I'm ready to die
I'm so crazy, I'll give a cookie to a mouse
Don't be fucking crying, begging, asking me why
I'm so happy, I could fucking blow up your house
I got a bomb inside my backpack and I'm ready to die
I'm so crazy, I'll give a cookie to a mouse
Don't be fucking crying, begging, asking me why
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Writer(s): Betel Geuse
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