
Ready ft. Two.Siiix Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Lately every week been feeling like one long day
And ain't nobody tryna join me on my walk of shame
This time around, I'm looking more like i lost some things
I been skipping out on breakfast, i ain't charlamagne
Just tryna free my mind, it's hard enough to entertain
And I aint i eaten in some days, they think I'm David Blaine
Feel like a stepping stone,
Atleast somebody paved a way
Ain't much left i got to lose,
I'll raise the stakes today
This ain't the safest place to go and spread my angel wings
But Ima do it anyways, fuck you gon say to me?
Before you kick me out, I'll let em get a taste of me
Just sparking up, and wash my face that's my main routine,
This shit been feeling and been look more just like a dream
Don't complicate this shit
I'm better with them simple things
On the job I'm falling sleep
I need to sip caffeine
Ain't too happy bout my choices
Need a time machine
That negativity just ain't some shit I'm tryna bring
I been low on dopamine
This shit ain't over tho
Too much liquor with this shit gon leave you comatosed
And i be going with the flow
That's how my motor roll
And they gon think I'm dumb enough to go and sell my soul
Been about for you too long,
I ain't headed home
I need it clicking in my head
Just like the metronome
And i keep pouring out my heart
But not that styrofoam
(Haha) (Yea)
Aye what up Zen Den?
How you feeling?
Two, Six
Wasn't satisfied collecting checks at Amazon
I had to work for something so i hustle, night is young
Listen, i dont work for free you better come with funds
He talk a big game, but that money never comes
Headhunting,
Seeing red, i don't know where trippie at
Tac it's certified, do you wanna goodie bag?
Full throttle pressing, v12 ain't a Cadillac
Double R P, or an addy, can't decide it yet
This music don't get boring
I'll stay in here night, then sleep all thru the morning
Real life shit not smoke, we fucking hate a sourin
Love em while there here, tomorrows never promised
We in this shit too deep climbing mountains with no harness
This ain't a shopping spree, only here to hit a target
Don't practice on a tee, we don't drill em like a Sargent
This music naturally, flowing out the fucking faucet
Talking water
Feeling nauseous
Throwing up some dollars signs
I'll give my props to X, if we blowing up tonight
It's a rare image one of one, crazy mind
Exactly why we work so well great minds think alike
Zen you my dawg, first to ever TAC
Recording on that kitchen table crazy honestly
But still you saw potential, i won't ever raise your fee
We gon stack this paper, man i see your vision G
Much love