Ready Or Not - Meek Mill
Ready or not, here I come You can't hide, nigga I'm too damn fly Sippin' all of this purple it got me too damn high They say they down for the team but playing two damn sides I'm like niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't loyal All these voices in my head sayin' niggas ain't for you And when you getting money these niggas aim for you And when it's lookin' sunny these niggas rain on you It's a dark cloud over me, money took control of me I'm barely getting time to see my son and that shit hurting me Baby momma trippin' out I tell her to work with me I'm on probation still strapped cause niggas wanna murder me And lately I've been gettin' faded (faded) Cut a couple homies off cause them niggas hatin And all the bitches wanna fuck me cuz the nigga made I'm gettin' paper heart cold as the refrigerator Young niggas gettin' money Young niggas gettin' money Young niggas gonna get it yeah And aint a damn thang change But the bezel on my rollie and the diamonds in my chain Young rich nigga quarter milli worth of jewels Bad bitch with me tryna blow me like a fuse Just to get a bag and maybe a pair of shoes Aint it crazy what your lady will do for a pair of louves Big dreams turn to big things I've been waitin' on this day since I was 16 Big chains ashton martin as I switch lanes Before I ever made a hit I had wrist game In the kitchen with them things tryna make a killin' We in the building every other month I'm make million And these niggas talkin' wreckless cuz they think I'm chillin' 'Til I put some money on their head, yea make them feel it Have they own homies do 'em like they never knew 'em I'll have Armele walk upon when we run into 'em Close range shorty have em put something through 'em So I hope you ready cuz we're heavy and we're comin' for ya Young niggas gettin' money Young niggas gettin' money Young niggas gonna get it yeah And aint a damn thang change But the bezel on my rollie and the diamonds in my chain The meek shall inherit the earth So imma own this bitch until I'm buried in dirt I only rode with niggas that would carry me to my hurse Blesses for my grandma, she carry me to that church And I don't know why, I just feel like I'm the one They label me a victim but now look what I become Or should I say became mom I doin' it for the fame I from where they never make it but I went against the grain Charges out agianst my name, assasination to my character Life's a bitch, she cheated on me but I married her Niggas gettin' murdered, this shit is gettin' scarier Dodgin all the potholes, jumpin' all the barrier's And if she a bitch! I feel like I just got in that pussy Shorty wanna be a star, that's why she poppin that pussy She tryna win, so she hang amongst winners That's why I take the time, just to pray at moms dinner Cuz I remember cold nights not the winter Not the weather I'm talking about with venice For that money sins they get commited And friends they get to splittin Divided just like divisions So every day that I wake up, my undivided attention It go to get my cake up and stayin' out of them prisons Yea, the system made me stronger And bein' broke just gave me my hunger I'm gone!
Artist: Meek Mill
Title: Ready Or Not