Lyrics:
[Verse One: Jise One]
You can't handle what I'm about
I'm smoked out in Amsterdam
With two fans, I'm all about my fam
Who's the boss? I used to love
(Ladies and gentlemen
the one and only
takin care of plenty, plenty of business
fantastically [...]
and we're about ready to have a party)
( *crowd
the trap with the Dutch
Now I'm out in Amsterdam with ten grams in a blunt
King Tut, laid back in the cut
Couple hundred tracks in a tug
I'm Mad Maxin'
that you're ready to go marching to the war
Oh, I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for?
Before you pack your rifle and sail
Got introduced to you by a friend
You were cute and all that, baby you set the trend
Yes you did, oh
The next thing I know we're down at the cinema
and I wasn't even ready to come in yet
Ah
Let me set this drink down
Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal
Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled
(berry)
I serve a pack and be ready (ready)
Or I can call Trapboy Freddy (Woo)
Yeah, serve all the syrup, quick, pop all the Roxies (roxies)
Jet
ready to swell up
We decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit develop
Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid
We set up shops
out hearts
are set and out minds are ready to go ___ we can ___
do anything when we try ___ ,
Theres many things around this world that we think
I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas
a little holiday
You know a get away
Closer to the sun rays
Getting closer to the money
Euros at a higher rate
Some people only make
Enough to get by
I
I have been set free
I can't thank Him enough
For all that He's done
He gave me a second chance
And now I'm ready to run
He died for you
Like He
to blame for this shameful sin
Not ready to follow, Not ready to lead
Not ready for her to bring us to our knees
Hurt by many, understood by few
today
Aren't you glad you came along and watched the emus play
Ranger Rupert we're ready
Betty calls out from the porch
The band is all set up, and they
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
too
Why don't you come and join my psychedelic life
Let's run around across the fields
Just grab my hand and set me free
Get ready to see
The things
And cocked, but now the clip's ready to peel on a punk
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Why'all niggaz better run, we ready for war
This ain't no game we off the chain,
back.
You know, You know, that I’m the best.
So don’t, you put me the test.
I am, by far, what I should be
Captain Jack is back and he is gonna set you
on the set ready to bet right
Call me the best cuz I be on my best sight
Domino effect on all of your crew falling down one by one
Count down 3 2 1 pay the fee
Hello, step into the deadzone
Hellhole - from heaven you've been thrown
Kill or get killed, have you read the memo
Pick a weapon, set the tone from
Yo, I've been living in a prison
I break these bars apart by the atom when I'm spitting
Put a couch in solitary confinement to sit in
As we light up
a camera
By now for y'all to picture me
At least that's what I thought but what I hear is contradictory
I walk this fine line
That's balance homie symmetry
When you was a child life's a game
But you got all the rules all changed
Pray to a spiritual God for material things
Then wait by the phone but it
Nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin'
If you want to have something, you better stop frontin'
What you gonna do when the five roll by
You better be ready
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