War Ready

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

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

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

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

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

Put my Glock away, I got a stronger weapon

That never runs out of ammunition, so I'm ready for war, okay