Ready for Whatever (feat. Morrison Machiavelli)

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See the smoke
Niggas take shots and they toast
They all want the spot and ain't close
Pussy niggas always want beef till they choke

Why these niggas frontin
They ain't even ready to spar, they ain't even really as hard
Pen in hand, all net, when I'm opening tabs
Call shots boy I ready the bar
Too easy

Pen strapped and I'm ready for war
Desert Eagle and I'm ready to soar
Next up, you the heir (Hare) on the track
Shell back, got the match and I carry the torch

Too slow, niggas tried to coast
Silly Rabbit, I'm the undercover goat
Niggas frontin, but can't go toe to toe
Head to head on the beat, meet defeat at the flo(w)

I'm 
Too gifted with it
Set the bar high, yeah I'm lifted with it
Retire these niggas, no pension given
Tell em change gon come, take your cup your finished

F*ck it, enough of that subject
Imma make it bout me now
Gon take off, bout to touch down
You niggas missed ya shot, no rebound

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready for whatever
Got my eyes on the prize Imma get it now or never
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready for whatever
It's the dawn of the underdogs, beginning of a era

I'm ready, if ya aiming for my head come get me
Cause I was built for war, and I was built to soar
You niggas free falling hard, Tom Petty

Niggas aint with it
You niggas weren't built for this, you niggas ain't equipped for this
Think yall ill, when you ain't even got the skill
I pop a pill just to chill for this

This year, my aim is clear, I got the bars, no taking prisoners
No cell mates, no pen pals, just death row, serve you all a sentence

Sixteen, my flow is mean, my flow is hot, that pen is steaming
I'm going at, these niggas necks, then coming back, if I catch em breathing

You cannot f*ck with the boy, shoot you can't even the score
Ha
I am a g with the words, you boys ain't got the verbs 

No actions, why you acting
Not to brag, but I serve when Im wracking
These rhymes up, boy you know your dried up
Times up, niggas wanna trip get to packing
Bars

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready for whatever
Got my eyes on the prize Imma get it now or never
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready for whatever
It's the dawn of the underdogs, beginning of a era

I don't mean to come off cocky, but I'm rocky when they bout it
Flow comes through with the waves, they sing praise, game was droughted

Any nigga tryna doubt it, boy I'll wash em and I dry em
Man the kid is full service, fold em, hang em, we got options

Fill the closet with they bodies, hang they heads up like they prizes
Niggas acting like they G.O.A.T, really lambs for the slaughter

If you in it for the profit, better find a better hobby
Cause that aim is microscopic, when you fucking with a giant

I'm the illest with the lyrics, man I drown em when I'm spitting
Niggas claiming they the sickest, till I check em and I clear em

Shots to they ass, clap backs something fierce
Make em all feel the burn, and never wanna cum again

How you even catch that, niggas better check that
Take em all to school, Imma nerd with a backpack

Fully automatic, you gon learn if you test that
This is child's play, you ain't even seen the best yet

F*ck yeah I'm packing, f*ck my detractors
Kill any clown think he got that IT factor
Rearrange your smile, you regretting all the laughter
Now the jokes on you, full spread, thought you had this

This shits, to fucking easy
Like a freak bitch, tryna pay her rent
You gotta cash your chips just to see me

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready for whatever
Got my eyes on the prize Imma get it now or never
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready for whatever
It's the dawn of the underdogs, beginning of a era

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