READY FOR WAR

[Intro: Joba] Baby child Lift your head and free your mind Open up your eyes, and you'll find you will fly Just smile sometime Welcome to the real world [Verse 1: Joba] Everybody pray for peace when they don't have the power A disconnect of intellect Know some people packing straps, you would call them cowards The realest G's I ever met Not on the gangster shit, not on the paper shit Just on that "have to provide for my kids and shit" There's blood on the streets And if I had a dream, I would do anything I make mistakes The shit that you hear about ain't just in movies, dog I've seen some shit Bag 'em up in body bags, zip 'em up and send 'em Away from the kids I know good felons, good drug dealers, good people Bad system, bad people with power If you gotta dream and you know what that means You can do anything, just make a change [Verse 2: Kevin Abstract] Sometimes I think back to that ninth grade campus When that white boy made fun of my lips, I should've thrown a tantrum But I remained cool cause he was way too handsome Now I'm out in Beverly Hills using a mansion as my canvas I bought a helicopter, threw that bitch on stage RCA gave us money, we ain't throw it away We took that shit, we flipped that shit We made this company pop They like me, I want 'em to love me like them niggas love Pac I'm De La Soul, Tribe Called Quest We be openin' sets inside a G-Unit vest I moved way out to the West side, but still got the South in my heart They murdered Selena, now them niggas looking for God Dressed like a soldier, told ya, they don't know who we are My vest is on, let 'em know we ready for war In the club with my boyfriend We paranoid 'cause, we might get popped 'Cause a nigga on some bullshit Why you wanna hate me now or ask the skies to lay me down? I hear my brother praying now I really need an angel now, some type of holy savior Ayo, Dad, do me a favor, could you pick me up later, later, later? [Verse 3: Dom McLennon] I've been exploring through the Joyful The Sorrowful and Glorious Mysteries The story is romanticized, notorious victories The visions say the scorpion was born as a centipede That partnered with the succulents to poison their enemies I tap in time like telegrams with telepathy To share the bare necessities or own my discrepancies Can't save my Macbook pages spillin' onto the melody 'Cause the margins 'round the pen couldn't keep up with my editing, uh I kept that devil in my sights, to never fall behind That's how he always stayed ahead, the flaw of my design The higher that you climb, the more destructive your decline I’m well aware that all this didn’t have to quantify So tell me if you really think it's unrealistic Here at this point for me to not prepare and arm our district They shouting hands-up while they deploying their ballistics We shouting hands-up and kids who need it go ballistic The difference in our league of extraordinary minorities Against the identity, representing authority Move between em accordingly And clutch my rosaries Before they try and send the lord for me, that's more for me That's when the forerunners told me: "This is not your speed!" While they repeated their beliefs from the Apostle's Creed The most consistency I found in life has never come from people Still looking for an equal, nobody will believe you [Verse 4: Ameer Vann] God ain't give me a penny, I made a million dollars I got a thug for a father so I took care of my mother God threw me in fire, I walked out with my brothers You know the Shadow of Death? I was born in the valley, but now I live in The Valley God gave me a house, God gave me depression God gave us life but we ain't know it was cursed I was hurt as a child, you know I still deal with it Now I'm a grown-ass man with immature-ass feelings All I wanted was money, just to get it and spend it On strippers and weed, I ain't skip on the liquor I can't talk to my niggas 'cause if I say it, it's real And I ain't ready to face it, I've been flirtin' with Satan I've been flirtin' with women that like to dance when they naked And I throw all of my dollars, I throw all of my problems To the back of my throat with weed smoke and Klonopin And I'm ashamed of myself About three days ago I planned on killing myself But I'm still here breathin', you know I'm still here screamin' Screamin', "Fuck that shit", we signed for fifteen million And I almost missed it, I know that y'all niggas hear me [Outro: bearface] We found a light Will you still carry me? When I fall Let the hope and the joy Rain down on me Rain down on me (ooh) Raise me up Carry, carry, carry me