Ready II (feat. Priest Pope)

(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)