Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Composer
James Blake
Composer
André Benjamin
Composer
Antwan Patton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Blake
Producer
Michael Law Thomas
Recording Engineer
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Softly as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger, now to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part
God, with the signal clear as day
Put my Glock, put my Glock away, I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition, so I'm ready for war, okay
Put my Glock away, I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition, so I'm ready for war, okay
Put my Glock away, I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition, so I'm ready for war, okay
[Verse 2]
Born ready, war ready
Born ready, war ready
Born ready, war ready
War ready, your boys lost already
Born ready, war ready
Born ready, war ready
Born ready, war ready
War ready, your boys lost already
[Verse 3]
My bitch look like Mona Lisa
Hammers bustin' like a soda in the freezer
Think of heading to Ibiza
Need a breather from the trippin'
Either that or bust my brains to the ceiling
Bit the bullet, tryna fight the feelin'
Fuck around and pull it, push it to the limit
Ain't a thing to a G
Live give you lemons, ****, hang from a tree
Could game all came in a dream
Woke up feeling like the walls caved in
Fought to the death, never gave in
Write that on the grave that I get laid in
Heaven, Hell, free or jail, same shit
County jail bus, slave shit, same shit
A wise man once said that a black man better off dead
So I'm war ready
[Verse 4]
Born ready, war ready
Born ready, war ready
Born ready, war ready
War ready, your boys lost already
Born ready, war ready
Born ready, war ready
Born ready, war ready
War ready, your boys lost already
[Verse 5]
Learned the power of words when we was younger
Sayin' fuck the sign on his curb can make him hunt you
Turned the African into a ****, they hung him
Said it earlier in the verse, sometimes I wonder
Who the activist and who the Devil's advocate
Or do it matter? Shit
They only fuckin' with the rapper if the rapper rich
Or got a platinum hit
Chain or two
Seem the music interchangeable
Ranging bull, what you headed for?
Heaven doors, or hell below
I write directions for the road to let you know
Edgar Allen Poe
Tried to warn 'em of demise and all he seen was crows
Feel for 'em, words, we kill for 'em
Leave the bitchin' to the birds, we still war'n
Born ready, you boys lost already
All in till the Lord get me
[Verse 6]
Put my Glock away, I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition, so I'm ready for war, okay
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, James Blake, Vince Staples