War Ready

[Intro: Andre 3000] Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel my anger now to embark The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part God...with the signal clear as day Put my Glock, put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay [Hook: Vince Staples] Born ready, war ready Born ready, war ready Born ready, war ready War ready, your boys lost already Born ready, war ready Born ready, war ready Born ready, war ready War ready, your boys lost already [Verse 1: Vince Staples] My bitch look like Mona Lisa Hammers busting like a soda in the freezer Think of heading to Ibiza Need a breather from the tripping Either that or my brains to the ceiling Bite the bullet, tryna fight the feeling Fuck around and pull it, push it to the limit Ain't a thang to a G Life give you lemons, nigga hang from a tree Cold game all came in a dream Woke up feeling like the walls caved in Fought to the death, never gave in Write that on the grave that I get laid in Heaven, Hell, free or jail, same shit County jail bus, slave ship, same shit A wise man once said that a black man better off dead So I'm, war ready [Hook: Vince Staples] Born ready, war ready Born ready, war ready Born ready, war ready War ready, your boys lost already Born ready, war ready Born ready, war ready Born ready, war ready War ready, your boys lost already [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Learned the power of words when we was younger Saying fuck the sign on his curb can make him hunt you Turned the African into a nigga then they hung him Said it earlier in the verse, sometimes I wonder Who the activist and who the Devil's advocate Or do it matter? Shit They only fucking with the rapper if the rapper rich Or got a platinum hit A chain or two Seem the music interchangeable Raging bull, what you headed for? Heaven doors, or hell below I write directions for the road to let you know Edgar Allen Poe Tried to warn 'em of demise and all he seen was crows Feel for 'em, words, we kill for 'em Leave the bitchin' to the birds, we still war'n Born ready, you boys lost already All in 'til the lord get me [Outro: Andre 3000] Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay