Ready Or Not

[VerseBorn] Young homie keeps The 40 on I'm not talking the chrome I'm talking malt liquor homes Thicker bones Than a pillar That was Fixed to hold The weight of the globe Experienced 100 fold This angry nigga Don't aim the trigga Leave the Heat alone Painting pictures Sicker Than pickin Poems out of A preachers dome Bout to leave them Speakers blown Matta fact get up out Yo seat c'mon When the beat come on And the heat gets thrown He gon break it down Til it decompose No bed of roses flow is Wetter than the legs of Moses Parting the sea pardon me As I steadily go in Deadly focused notice Letters forever evoking Parts you can't see but believe Are heavily noted To change my whole demeanor First I had to shake the demons off Treat those tryna beat the boss As apples tryna be the sauce Ain't no need to reach for A plague and proceed to floss People preaching all around the deacon Like his speech is soft Music steady coming Off these sheets like he beatin off Yet everybody seems to think Exactly what he speaking of If every picture was a pint Of liquor taken in the club I need a photo finish so my Fam can feel the final buzz I plan to go out on a beat Cuz I'm too live in the street Obviously - I can go rounds on a beat I'm not as retard as you think it's harder to blink Than to think of something To say to a nigga Like a kolishnikoff Spray to a nigga Blowin the home grown too Grown to play wit a nigga So mind ya own go roam Go away from me nigga I am on a zone all my own Far away from you niggas So clear the thrown I'm home It's been a wait for you niggas