War Ready

My heart, it cry

This shit hurt

I add a extra little grabba for the kicker

I come from homicides, show you how my life turned

Me and the killers can relate out in glockburn

I talk to myself

I'm like wonder if all this love that I put in the streets I get it back

I'm so for the team

I ain't a renegade

I'd be lying if I said I ain't do it with the gang

See Getti whip the pot with the Prezi in his hand

This glock so dirty I might sell it for a rack

I middle manned the brick and happy that I made a band

I'll show you what my youngin he'll do for forty grand

Lawyer fees add up plus I'm throwing it in Sam's

There's times I tied him up and had to ask for hundred grand

I seen lil homie slide and come back to the block a man

Bring me back to the times, bring me back my right hand

I grow with sinners

Then we turned to winners

Started off with petty crime and then we turned to killers

He asked me if I hit it, I said mind your business

Now I'm in Jamaica chilling with the finest women

It ain't nothing for my thug to go and load the clip in

It ain't nothing for my killer dem to catch you slippin'

Did a three-points, treat it like I'm Scottie Pippin

You one of dem boy then deal with that **** wicked

On the A side we don't take chat

Blow a bag in a store it get made back

On a bad ground

It's a death trap

Even when I take a piss, the trillers got my head back

Run a program on me, go get your bread back

Overplayed my part

I had to step back

Stepped in the place, ****, we the get backs

Nine-hour flights really got a **** jet lagged

My heart, it cry

This shit hurt

I add a extra little grabba for the kicker

I come from homicides, show you how my life turned

Me and the killers can relate out in glockburn

My heart, it cry

This shit hurt

I add a extra little grabba for the kicker

We war ready

We go eye for eye

My glizzy singing in the street just like a lullaby

Load another clip

Fuck it get me lit

I ain't got no time to link, I'm busy getting rich

Me and broski hardly speak, he too busy flipping bricks

Fuck a opp, fuck a snitch, you ain't straight, you a bitch

Kilo round my neck, it's got me feeling like I'm Rick

Skrring in the Lambo got me feeling kinda sick

She a gold digger and that **** he a trick

War ready, what you think, get that **** with a flicks

We war ready, baby, so we suit up in the cut

Revenge is promise crodie tatted on his arm

A million ain't shit, they used to tell me it'll be hard

Gave my life to the block, but they tell me I'm a star

I'm with the murder squad

They ain't like that

Crodie rapping 'bout my works like he my hype man

See I was out there in the field just like a line-back

If rap don't work I'm back trapping, need my line back

My heart, it cry

This shit hurt

I add a extra little grabba for the kicker

I come from homicides, show you how my life turned

Me and the killers can relate out in glockburn

My heart, it cry

This shit hurt

I add a extra little grabba for the kicker

We war ready

We go eye for eye

My glizzy singing in the street just like a lullaby