War Ready

My heart'll cry This shit hurt I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker I come from homicides, show you how my life turned Me and the killers can relate out in Glock burn I talk to myself, I'm like wonderin' 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 lyin' if I said I ain't do it with the gang See Getti whip the pot with the presi' 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 throwin' it in Sam's There's times I tied him up and had to ask for hunnid 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 chillin' with the finest women It ain't nothin' for my thug to go and load the clip in It ain't nothin' for my killer them to catch you slippin' Did a three-point, treat it like I'm Scottie Pippin You one of them, boy, then deal with that nigga wicked On the A side, we don't tek chat Blow a bag in a store, it get mek back On a bad ground, it's a death trap Even when I take a piss, the drillers 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, nigga, we the get backs Nine hour flights really got a nigga jet lagged My heart'll cry This shit hurt I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker I come from homicides, show you how my life turned Me and the killers can relate out in Glock burn My heart'll cry This shit hurt I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker We war-ready We go eye for eye My glizzy singin' in the street just like a lullaby Load another clip F*ck it, get me lit I ain't got no time to link, I'm busy gettin' rich Me and broski hardly speak, he too busy flippin' bricks F*ck a opp, f*ck a snitch, you ain't straight, you a bitch Kilo 'round my neck, it's got me feelin' like I'm Rick Skrrtin' in the Lambo got me feelin' kinda sick She a gold digger and that nigga, he a trick War-ready, what you think? Get that nigga with a flicks We war-ready, baby, so we suit up in the cut Revenge is a promise, crodie tatted on his arm A million ain't shit, they used to tell me it 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 rappin' 'bout my works like he my hype man See I was out there in the field just like a linebacker If rap don't work, I'm back trappin', need my line back My heart'll cry This shit hurt I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker I come from homicides, show you how my life turned Me and the killers can relate out in Glock burn My heart'll cry This shit hurt I add an extra lil' grabba for the kicker We war-ready We go eye for eye My glizzy singin' in the street just like a lullaby