Ready

Lyrics

Intro: [Gotta get my Audemar] [[Wonder why these bitches trippin'] Muthafucka was born to ball] [They checking what I'm drinking] [Pill poppin' and I'm sippin'] [With 16 make the Killin'] [That mic check flow, these priceless glows and I'm rappin' for the millions] [Hook]: I'm ready for yall I'm ready for yall New jersey on hell yeah I'm ready to ball I'm ready to game, I'm ready to play Jordan in his prime hell yeah I score with no aim Ready for the world, Ready ready for the world Ready for the world, Ready ready for the world Ready for the world, Ready ready for the world Ready for the world, Ready ready for the world Verse 1: All I need in this life of sin, some hooker and some Advil Menage a trois with two of those, yo last night was mad real Overdosed on pain might just cause a hangover But the nigga hungover probably not like he`s supposed to Nigga drink up, drink up Muthafucka drink up Overdosed on methazine he smoking on that stank blunt He gassed up gassed up nigga please don't blow my high Smoking purp to gain my thoughts right before I lose my mind Muthafucka you should realize that an A-list on the rise Close your eyes and shut your mind real nigga you cannot deny I`m the cat that you impressed with The cat that they can't mess with They sending me these pun puns nigga here`s a checkmate Cashin`out Cashin`out ESM we cash`n out Bizzy bitch you sleazy bitch i`m what yo mama bank about Bank about ? I mean brag about These rappers I'mma air 'em out, careers getting faded no wonder we can't hear 'em out [Hook] Verse 2: Addressed the competition for the first time in verse one Thought I was Peta's favorite guy then you guessed wrong Nigga please I been always fly I'm never stepped on Still down to earth most hated but I'm Teflon Ready for the world ever since the fall of '93 Blew up 'fore I grew up that was right in summer '92 Mama always got me looking dope in those nike shoes.. Box kept me leveled with some big bands and bag of weed.. Up, kept my feet up, snakes in the grass my feet up My cup will never run out it does I guess I'll re-up I'll be the one you'll talk about I'll be the one you'll blog about Keep talking all that weak shit I smack you and your yuck mouth Dollars up, hustle up and yo dollars up Biz talk fuck pillow talk money ain't involved don't bother us These lines will leave you breathless and perplexed from the technique Sean laid out the blue print we on to the next shit [Hook]