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rmc mike - ready or not lyrics

look. ay, ay, look
ready or not, just press the gas we on go
i was taught to get up, get a bag on yo own
imma get the head and hit the dash on a hoe
i’m in road there’s 30 thousand cash on the floor

ap on my wrist 36gs
do my shows and crack heads, f+ck some big b’s
collecting all my back end since i was 16
you ain’t got no money for a verse, bring me 10 ps
shippin’ up these zas so you can keep the sh+t
when you live a world of crime, gotta keep a stick
???, get the reaper sent
he get f+cked out a deal, he get 3 percent

walking on a lonely road, tryna find my way
feel like im talking to myself every time i pray
ready or not, im finna slide, hope we dont die today
i’m tryna make a million cash it’s a lot of ways…… let the climate change

ok the sun was just out, now it’s stormin’
b+tch, wasn’t sh+t back then, but now she gorgeous
i was broke as h+ll back then, i couldn’t afford it
now i’m on collins hoppin’ in and out of porsches

and them lamb trucks
you think a 100 case of money, get yo bands up
last year i caught a body out a ram truck
i just bought a 10 milly it’s the tan one…… with a d+mn drum
still trappin’ off my iphone, f+ck a samsung
drop 2 n+ggas with 1 shot, that’s an n1
i’ll let this b+tch bang out like a band drum
i’m just tryna make a mill in cash, and some

demons f+ckin’ with my head, tryna stay focused
i’m livin’ life on the edge, tryna stay on it
this rap sh+t gon take me to the top, i gotta weight on me
but still hop out that benz truck, broad day on him
right now i’m in jersey sippin hi+tech
punch a n+gga in his sh+t, he need his eye checked
i just sn+tched another rapper chain, he want his ice back
imma continue to sh+t talk, cuz i don’t like rap

ballin’ on these f+ck n+ggas now, i guess the time changed
they say the music that we drop, raise the crime rate
i done made bout 60 bands outta 9 states
we drinkin’ 1942 f+ck some bombay
she said “you want yo d+ck sucked?” i said i’m fine babe
i gotta make 100k before my mind straight
lean it got me movin’ slow, like the time wait
i’m tryna drop an ep in a stadium like kanye

ghetto boys the mafia, we on now
we done built the family up, they like “you strong, huh?”
f+ck! i just sprayed a car up and hit the wrong guy
brodie just popped the op up, then took a long ride…. legends don’t die
hop out the van wit baby k, let it ghost ride
i just popped an e, turnt into baby ghostride
f+cked an alabama b+tch from the back, she yellin’ “road tie”
sh+t, i been waitin’ on her for a long time

i started trappin’ young as h+ll, but i’m grown now
b+tch i came over to f+ck, put that phone down
i bought a new plr, but it’s old now
alright i got to rock another show, that was sold out

d+mn
they said my brother was a menace to society
sh+t, i’m just tryna get rid like i’m roddy
f+ck a spanish b+tch from the back, she yellin’ papi
i’m in florida chillin’ with the hatians blowin’ broccoli

mike, they say it’s yo turn, n+gga copy
b+tch came and blew my socks off, did it sloppy
my lil cousin turnt k!llin’ n+ggas to a hobby
one false move we gon pop him, drop him

- rmc mike lyrics

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