Lyrics:
Rather than death, walkin' on heavy steps
It's a great place
But I ain't ready for Heaven yet
So I told God put me at the back of the line
Matter fact
and by God it's gorgeous,
they ain't ready for us,
I got my thumb on the start button readying up,
I'm petty as fuck,
they don't know what I'm on I'm
listed where I live, ain't he?
(Well, uh huh)
That nigga ain't real he be fakin', ain't he?
(Uh huh)
That nigga from Augusta by Macon, ain't he?
(Well, uh
a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
like the outline when you ready
Said this song is ass but I don't make music for no speddy
Nigga, you's a bitch, your balls ain't drop yet you pubescent
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
to a vegetable, peeling the cabbage
Aint even twenty one yet but im savage
Pop me a perc im sipping that tech
Fuckin yo bitch she's giving me neck
Tucking that
only proves that ye ain't ready
My complexity challenges people mentally
Questioning those subjectively
Altering minds effectively
Forcing you
and I'm for real, nigga
All these other niggas wanna do is kill, niggas
Money and verses how I cope where my deal, nigga
I ain't got it yet, cause I ain't
Y'all don't fuck with the good rappers y'all be listening to them popular ones
Begged for The Vision but ain't listen when I dropped that shit huh ?
That
to wonder or guess if all of this gets to the point I'm trying to get it on (cuz I'm telling y'all)
I ain't never ever lied before in my rhyming flow so why
a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
open with a scalpel when she was six months
And said, "I'm ready now bitch, ain't you feelin' these kicks cunt?"
The world ain't ready for me yet, I
Mega So Godly
These Niggas Ain't Ready Yet Mega, yeah
I'm about to onslaught, you knam'saying, that's I always do(THE MOST CONSISTENT)
This the game
to the test
I made back so stand back
Hold up boy I ain't done yet
Don't forget I'm the fresh prince
Me and tae we out to get it
Two hungry niggas with no fear
on revenge, you left me for dead
I crawled out my grave, you better be ready and set
My enemies ain't put an end to me yet
(I'm screamin' out, "No regrets")
hoppin off jets
Bitches talkin bout my dick
But we ain't met yet
Telling me you don't got shit
I tell her don't fret
These niggas say come link
I find it
till I'm big y'all be shooting
I think I'm ready to leave
I've had a vision you see
Life ain't free
Money don't grow on trees
I've been hurting real
no feathers
But I'll say
Make no mis-nake, i am a steak
Wait what? Split tongue twist
Nuns, for fun
No hun, not yet
This verse ain't done
Let me slow
ain't fucking fell on my Black face yet
And y'all still uptight - I
Must be doing something right, 'cause
With so much drama in the world today
It's
Stop
Well it's been a fantastic trip, baby
(Y'all cut it out)
We not even out yet (yeah)
come back next week now
Get another load of (funky four)
Stop
Well it's been a fantastic trip, baby
(Y'all cut it out)
We not even out yet (yeah)
come back next week now
Get another load of (funky four)
the talkin’ y’all some internet thugs
Needing some love or better yet, needing a hug
So quit with the drugs, you and your homie ain’t been the plug
I’m ‘bout
bags, box of Slim Fast,
I lose dead weight, got a lot to get past,
For all that hate, I'm about to get cash,
I ain't got a chain yet, you're hearing
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