Ready II ft. Priest Pope Lyrics

(Yeah)

I took some time to myself

Had to take a lil bit of time

I took some time to myself

And realized the hand I was dealt

And it's cuts to the throat

If it ever threatens my wealth

Ain't nobody showing sympathy

Nowadays anyways

But we still hung on the block

On the coldest of days

Turn nights

Young bulls got active

And prayer was the only type of protection

Through all of the madness

We was young and reckless

But never wrongfully beat a nigga ass

Shawty was stressing

She was worried about my safety

One of my closest friends just stopped

Using them anti-depressants

I've never been so proud and mad at the same time

High on life

I'm grateful for it all now

The lows, the highs

My girlfriend slash wife to be

The hoes in the past

That fumbled on me

Thank you soo much

The flows and the faith that I keep intact

The charismatic confidence that I exert

The beautiful souls that I attract

Me and Madiba notes playing tag all day

On root like C note (ah)

Sugar in a jar but I ain't a gringo

Twenty-five on the table

But I'm talking bout that K

Two point five on the spot

I gave lil mama a raise

Your bestie is a problem

Go ahead cut that bitch off

Baby I'll give you the blade

And these cats keep copying

Watching my every move from afar

You'd swear they using binoculars

Nosey ass niggas they remind of rhinoceros

Sipping scotch whiskey on the rocks

Mr Cashtime if you talking cara cara

Mr Cashtime if you talking bout that playback

Everytime I play my shit she ask me to play it back

Everytime I talk my shit

I make my new favourite track

And everytime I count my blessings

I run out of toes and fingers

That's when you know it's really real (yeah)

And if I die before I plan

Let the club and the east side live forever

East side live forever

(Yeah)