READY TO DIE (hitman response)

Lyrics

On the path of becoming something new The toughest opponent isn't your opposite If you look closely It's a man that looks exactly like you [Verse 1] Self told me I am too tough, plus my energy is too much 'Cause when I walk in the room, they feel like Pooh buzz All eyes on me and I ain't do much really It's probably 'cause my confidence is too up Give two fucks, no the fuck I don't Fuck it, beefin' with self, with all the smoke The dark side of life, it brings me hope That all my opps hit the pen' and drop the soap That's the part of me that sеlf don't want But the slime in me thinks sеlf's a joke Bitch, I'm armed and dangerous, knives with scopes That's what make me me, it's all I know Self, I see you as a bitch You on my list of niggas that ain't shit Self, I see you as a bitch You hide the hitman and he ain't do the hit [Chorus] Many men want me unalive Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die Many men want me unalive Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die [Verse 2] What type nigga look himself in the eyes And tell self he want himself to die? Like what disease he infected by? Like what religion he protected by? Can't be mine, fuck it, it's war, let's up the score He gon' wish the hitman got me some songs ago I'ma get up on him, I know I own the lo' Soft-ass nigga, you Pillsbury dough Killin' me? What you think gon' be the outcome? Killin' me? The breadwinner, how dumb Killin' me? You should think about some Killing me? Nigga, you killin' the alpha But fuck it, I'm strapped, I'm on the way Just pulled up to the crib behind the gate Security let me in 'cause it's me, they know my face Caught his ass slippin', hello, here go your fate [Chorus] Many men want me unalive Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die Many men want me unalive Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die [Verse 3] Firin' shots at him, but I missed Firin' shots at him, damn, this nigga quick Realize I'm shootin' at myself, this a twist Yeah, self, 'cause you done tried to send a hit Yeah, I tried, but that hitman was a bitch Well, I hope he ran off with your chip See, that's your problem, naw, nigga, that's your problem Okay, awesome, nigga, where we goin' from this? Tell me your reason on why you wanted me gone And I just might stop squeezin' the chrome Hurry, please, better make this shit good Until then, I got it pointed at your dome Self was like, "You wrong, you crash-out prone" In them streets strong with them kids at your home You blessed, but yet the shit you shown Is how you always rep the set, but ain't you grown? And when it come to death, you ain't ready But your ashes speak loud and they heavy Lashin' out, crashin' out, you do it steady So how you ain't ready when crashin' out deadly You talk all this high power tough shit With friends in the gym on some gettin' buff shit I question why you drink so much liquor You probably dealin' with some shit you can't put up with I think you put up this guard to hide the truth I think it's things you hide inside of you I think it's time we dive in, find the root I think it's time you finally got the youth Stop doin' what the typical guys'd do Start speakin' your emotion, your time is due Ayy, self, this is me, come find, it's cool Look inwards, fuck the pride in you