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letra de ready - shyeme

–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

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