Ready For It (feat. Ai Gheezy)

I swear this life shit hit you hard gotta be ready for it I count the racks and roll up gas when I feel paranoid I hit the wood, it hit me back, it's strong like steroids And I been racing to that cash, no I ain't waiting for it She keep on asking me for shit, I aint got nothing for ya You can't compare me to these niggas like a metaphor Livin' this life it was some shit I wasn't ready for I left open for too long, I had to close the door Yea, I left it open for too long, I had to close that shit I been in my bag, getting off, I know you notice it You know these drugs start wearing off I take another hit My cup getting empty, I keep on taking sips You know this bag stay dizzy, I always make it flip I see my brother take a loss, I tell him not to trip Soon as that money hit my phone, you know I gotta dip Steady grinding for them nights ain't have a pot to piss Let's get this shit in motion I ain't really here for the commotion Double cup, sipping, while I'm rolling Good gas, it's potent Think I lost my glasses in the ocean Never see me cappin I ain't trolling Speaking on my gang, know we gotta get up on him No I'm not a lame, I be really having motion Bitches all in the backseat, tell em stop posting Don't really care why you did it, I'm counting racks for the closure Don't really care how you get it, just bring back what you owe me Left her house, I was alone, I came back with my homie She say she don't really know me, I be staying low-key I'm a hit the road, I might come back with a Rollie When I'm at the top, don't try to act like you know me Cuz you don't really know me You thinking bout the old me Bitches acting different cuz they see that we growing Me and Gheezy going back to back, Shaq and Kobe I swear this life shit hit you hard gotta be ready for it I count the racks and roll up gas when I feel paranoid I hit the wood, it hit me back, it's strong like steroids And I been racing to that cash, no I ain't waiting for it She keep on asking me for shit, I aint got nothing for ya You can't compare me to these niggas like a metaphor Livin' this life it was some shit I wasn't ready for I left open for too long, I had to close the door