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Ready For War
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ready For War was released on July 18, 2025 by UNPRAISED as a part of the album RAVE
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AlbumRAVE
Release DateJuly 18, 2025
LabelUNPRAISED
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
praisezo
praisezo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
praisezo
praisezo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
praisezo
praisezo
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I told her I’m ready for war
I’m ready for everything it takes to make sure that I can be yours
I’m ready for all of the fucking games to make sure that you mi amor
I know that I said it before
I know that I make you feel this way before I go and hit the door
But that was last time, not this one
With a bad hoe, she got her lips done
Okay, big lips so you lick some
Got extended clip up on this blick, son
I'm the big boss, don't you trip on it
That's your bitch? Oh, she doing tricks on it
Talking shit, so I put a tip on him
Yeah, I got him gone just for a quick dollar
Get him gone for less than my shoes
That’s the shit that I like to do
If it’s not 'bout me or you
I don’t wanna hear 'bout it too
You can save it—that shit irrelevant
I been on since I dropped Maleficent
How I do it, I think that I’m heaven-sent
How I do it, I think that I'm chose—
Step back, run up, and dunk that bitch like DeRozan
She on my phone and she steady blowin’
Told you I’ll be home in ten, baby
Every rave, you know I’m going
We don’t gotta make amends, baby
I feel like you should let me show it
Make it last until the end, baby
I don’t really wanna go in
I hate your friends, I hate the people you be with
Yeah, they blew it
Don’t wanna sound like your dad
But they bad influence
Probably tired of hearing that
Probably can’t even stand me
Make her pop a pill just like a Plan B
For this album, yeah, I need a Grammy
For this album, yeah, I need a Grammy
I told her I’m ready for war
I’m ready for everything it takes to make sure that I can be yours
I’m ready for all of the fucking games to make sure that you mi amor
I know that I said it before
I know that I make you feel this way before I go and hit the door
But that was last time, not this one
With a bad hoe, she got her lips done
Okay, big lips so you lick some
Got extended clip up on this blick, son
I'm the big boss, don't you trip on it
That's your bitch? Oh, she doing tricks on it
Talking shit, so I put a tip on him
Yeah, I got him gone just for a quick dollar
Get him gone for less than my shoes
That’s the shit that I like to do
If it’s not 'bout me or you
I don’t wanna hear 'bout it too
You can save it—that shit irrelevant
I been on since I dropped Maleficent
How I do it, I think that I’m heaven-sent
How I do it, I think that I'm chose—
Step back, run up, and dunk that bitch like DeRozan
She on my phone and she steady blowin’
Told you I’ll be home in ten, baby
Every rave, you know I’m going
We don’t gotta make amends, baby
I feel like you should let me show it
Make it last until the end, baby
I don’t really wanna go in
I hate your friends, I hate the people you be with
Yeah, they blew it
Don’t wanna sound like your dad
But they bad influence
Probably tired of hearing that
Probably can’t even stand me
Make her pop a pill just like a Plan B
For this album, yeah, I need a Grammy
For this album, yeah, I need a Grammy
Written by: praise zo zo
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