- Yo Gotti More Ready Than Ever 歌詞
- Yo Gotti
- Hey, I be talkin to myself like in the mirror and ****, like
Is you ready for this ****?
*****, are you? Whats up?
I wasnt ready for that hundred mil, but now I am
Almost been ready for war, but then the gun jammed
I guess God wasnt ready for him, now you blessed, *****
He wasnt ready for you, homie
I was born ready (Day one), since a child, I was groomed
Im just me and I aint 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 *** **s really know Mexicans? (None of you)
But shoot your Draco in the crowd, kill a pedestrian
Now look at you, you *****s aint really killers (Killers)
Catchin bodies, type to get you, you cryin, all in your feelings (Damn)
You was there but you aint kill him? (Kill him)
Makin them type of statements? (Why you do that?)
Im like damn, you was just on the Gram exaggeration (Uh)
Bout squad that and mob this, how you pull up and rob ****
Fact is, you aint ready, *** **, you a whole *****
I survived them streets, I seen some cold **** (I really did)
No longer speak to my partner cause he did ho **** ( My *****)
No longer **** with my *****, situation petty
I couldve patched it, fixed it up, but I really wasnt 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
Im ready
You ready?
Im ready
Im ready
Born ready
They took L.A. Reid from Sony, to me, thats like catchin Chapo
Im goin independent, to me, thats like hittin the lotto
Havin meetings at Roc Nation, and owning **** 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 *****s cant do ** ** without you
Free my ***** Five, Im out here sick without you
**** a label, man, I can do this **** without you
I had them bricks before you
The cake was talkin to me, I ignore you
How my baby mama dont like me when I support you?
Hood turned they back on me, but I still represent it
Cause none of you li *****s could take back what I done in it
Imadoninit, Louisbag, guninit
High fashion, man purse, the drum in it
If its war, its murder, you know that comes with it
Bloodline a hustler, that mean my son with it
Im ready, more ready than ever
Quarter mil for the watch with no bezel
Richard Mille, private jet , took a Draco to Cali
We had the keys way before Khaled
If Jay seen a hundred mil, I can see a hundred mil
Ima keep playin it still til I see that hundred mil
Puff seen a hundred mil, I couldve did a hundred years
Im seventy percent off from that, Im still thuggin still
Youngsta multi, Bagg multi
Executive Gotti, I need a bowtie
Big facts, no lie
My ***** aint got a platinum plaque, but got a platinum budget
This **** was built off ******* and real real live hustle
Come and sign with some *****s that can relate to you
Or tell your story, the corporate, they cant relate to you
They dont understand you, homie, they aint ready for you
You a gangster with a story, let me tell em for you
You ready?
Im ready
Im 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?
Im ready
Im ready
Born ready
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