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War Ready
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Hip-Hop/Rap
War Ready was released on April 17, 2026 by FOD ENT. as a part of the album Rehabs For Quitters
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Release DateApril 17, 2026
LabelFOD ENT.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM192

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BrickCityBill
BrickCityBill
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Factor
J. Factor
Producer

Lyrics

We went to war and now there ain't no goin' back
I mean, shit, it's what war is, you know?
Once you in it, you in it
Folker died
If it's a lie, then we fight on that lie
But we gotta fight
Damn, J-Factor, you did this shit?
Follow our dreams, we got too much motion
Drop the eight and the twenty, it's too much potion
Why the pints came ashy? I need some lotion
A lot of bread, by the way, we gon' leave 'em toasted
Why you always talkin' 'bout the shit you used to have?
Yeah, I ran through that shit, I'm in another bag
You never had fire tails, that's your brother's shag
And you ain't never had no money, that's your brother bag (Shit)
They keep tellin' me to get on some aggressive shit
Fuck the next, see you in the streets and I'm pressin' shit
Worm tap him in the head, but he neck and shit
Twenty-four Glocks at one time, we selectin' shit
Teezy dropped another eight, he mad 'cause I'm neck and shit
Bust down everything, look at my neck and shit
You ever dropped a four ounce in a smoothie on some naked shit?
Forty-one wrapped around my wrist on some naked shit
But that's my naked kid
You the type of **** that's gon' steal, we on some takin' shit
Heard you only like takin' pussy on some rapin' shit
I really don't fuck with you **** on some racist shit
Smokin' on Obama Glock on some Jamaican shit
You the type to say you got clean, but you fakin' shit
I know my worth right now, I be with bosses
Kickin' dough down quick, I get to riskin' shit
Twin hit the brick road with Bill, but be cautious
Boss her up and get her body done, but this ain't build a bitch
Knock, knock, knock at your door, you better get the bitch
I ain't stoppin' 'til a hundred M's and I'm filthy rich
Yeah, yeah, I don't trust ****
Catch a **** stealin' off my plate and I'ma bust ****
I stay shittin' on the opps, watch 'em flush ****
And I keep a bully on the gleek for a tough ****
Keep on fire
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