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ready - shyeme lyrics

**verse 1**
uh, okay
back to the basics ’til my n*ggas ridin’ brand*new sp*ceships
can’t be complacent, used to sleep with rats inside a bas*m*nt
this sh*t like lasik, vision clears up once i make your brain shift
y’all must be the doctors, ’cause you n*ggas holdin’ too much patience

open the door and toss a molotov, burn you punks alive
my rhymes could make you pop a tylenol
pour some olive oil, cross the forehead, that’s the time i’m on
the power of the highest run through me until i silence all

jonny called and said it’s time to make these n*ggas cry to god
and wonder why they never f*ckin’ with you, boy, you grindin’ hard
say that
i’m the realest n*gga that you ever seen, with no machine
these n*ggas tryna f*ck with me while off the lean, you n*ggas beans
i put my life into this sh*t
b*tch, i’m fightin’ for this sh*t
you n*ggas p*ssy after this, you not like me for this sh*t
packin’ up so many times, a n*gga might go on a trip
but n*ggas carry on with life, just play that back to catch the flip

**hook**
man, y’all not ready
i swear to god, y’all not ready
y’all not ready
i swear to god, y’all not ready
i swear to god, y’all not ready
i swear to god, y’all not, uh
**verse 2**
look
i’m droppin’ jewels, this sh*t they never teach in schools
i really have to get it out the mud, these n*ggas rap in pools
it’s funny how most you n*ggas rap but can’t step in these rooms
“the best one out my city” tell my people write that on my tomb

i’m k!llin’ sh*t, sittin’ down and wonder when that mill’ll hit
rappin’ for an image, but in person n*ggas still a b*tch
my spirit rich, slim just called my phone and said, “just keep it legit”
most these n*ggas talk the gangsta talk, but p*ssy make ’em snitch

oh lord, man, i ain’t feelin’ it
i seen the sh*t, how you dirty mackin’ and still p*ssy*whipped
make that make sense
coolin’ in his top and i ain’t payin’ rent
just tryna vent
the sk!ll cannot be purchased, bread cannot be spent
f*ck ’em
i’m never mobbin’ deep, but i still shook ’em
fist gon’ hit him in his jugga
twin gon’ raise and* *blucka, blucka*
you ain’t gang if you’s a sucka
carry weight just like a trucker
tarantino film my life ’cause i’m a bad motherf*cker, ahh
sometimes i feel like dame
tryna put the city on my back, but sh*t don’t ever change
n*ggas never makin’ proper moves to give ourselves a name
but i’m a big timer on my block, that’s word to lil wayne
the hottest boy, we not the same
**hook**
i swear to god, y’all not ready
man, y’all not ready
i swear to god, y’all not ready
yeah

- shyeme lyrics

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