More Ready Than Ever

Aye, I be talking to myself in the mirror n' shit like

Is you ready for this shit?

****, are you? Wussup?

I wasn't ready for that hunnid mil', but now I am

Remember bein' ready for war, but then the gun jammed

I guess God wasn't ready for him, now you blessed, ****

He wasn't ready for you, homie

I was born ready (Day one), since a child, I was groomed

I'm just me and I ain't got no respect for a goon (Why not?)

'Cause real killers kill 'bout who they love, ****

You got bricks and I need four and a split, you my plug, **** (I respect that)

How many you **** really know Mexicans? (None of you)

But shoot your Draco in the crowd, kill a pedestrian

Now look at you, you **** ain't really killers (Killers)

Catchin' bodies, type to get you, you cryin', all in your feelings (Damn)

You was there but you ain't kill him? (Kill him)

Makin' them type of statements? (Why do you do that?)

I'm like damn, you was just on the 'Gram exaggeration (Uh)

'Bout "Squad" this and "Mob" this, how you pull up and rob shit

Facts is you ain't ready, ****, you a ho bitch

I survived them streets, I seen some cold shit (I really did)

No longer speak to my potnah, he did ho shit (My ****)

No longer fuck with my bitch, situation petty

I could've patched it, fixed it up, but I really wasn't ready

You think you ready for prison?

You think you can stop today, go do a twenty year sentence, huh?

And keep my name out your mentions

Dome check 'em without flinchin', that .40 come with extensions, I'm ready

You ready?

I'm ready

I'm ready

Born ready

They took L.A. Reid from Sony, to me, that's like catchin' Chapo

I'm goin' independent, to me, that's hittin' the Lotto

Havin' meetings at Roc Nation, that owning shit is the motto

When Jay your big homie and the streets got you

You drop a hit, you get too big and they forget about you

They say they bosses but them **** can't do shit without you

Free my **** Five, I'm out here sick without you

Fuck a label, man, I can do this shit without you

I had them bricks before you

The cake was talkin' to me, I ignore you

How my baby mama don't like me when I support you?

Hood turned they back on me, but I still represent it

'Cause none of you lil' **** could take back what I done in it

I'm a don in it, Louis bag, gun in it

High fashion, man purse, the drum in it

If it's war, it's murder, you know that comes with it

Bloodline of hustlers, that mean my son with it

I'm ready, more ready than ever

Quarter mil' for the watch with no bezel

Richard Millie, private jet, took a Draco to Cali

We had the keys way before Khaled

If Jay seen a hunnid mil, I can see a hunnid mil

I'ma keep grindin' still till I see that hunnid mil

Puff seen a hunnid mil, I could've did a hundred years

I'm seventy percent off from that, I'm still thuggin' still

Youngsta multi, Bagg multi

Executive Gotti, I need a bowtie

Big facts, no lie

My **** ain't got a platinum plaque but got a platinum budget

This shit was built off cocaine and real real live hustle

Come and sign with some **** that can relate to you

Or take your story to corporate, they can't relate to you

They don't understand you, homie, they ain't ready for you

You a gangster with a story, let me tell 'em for you

You ready?

I'm ready

I'm ready

Born ready

You really ready for war?

You really want a plug? You really want them bricks at your door?

You ready?

You really want you some millions?

You think you can do what I done, had them bricks to the ceiling?

You ready?

You ready?

I'm ready

I'm ready

Born ready