They Ready - DJ Khaled feat J. Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Kendrick Lamar
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
And you know it don't stop
Grindin round that clock
Masterminding my second album
My first album just dropped
Scored a touchdown on my first down
N_ggas thought I was gon' flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin cops
Ride around and take shots
Hennessy for my enemies
N_ggas know I'm takin they spot
Cause that score up on the play clock
Show just how I came from way back
Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you n_ggas rappin like Aesop
Get a grip
Oh that's your dream car? N_gga that's my old whip
Oh that's your dream girl? N_gga that's my old b_tch
Oh that's your new flow? N_gga that's my old sh_t!
This that new KRIT sh_t, that Cole sh_t, them country n_ggas
[Hook: Cole]
One for the money, two for the show
Three for them hoes saying anything goes
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever
I been around the world, twice to be exact
Six bad b_tches and they lapped up in the back
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever!
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Shawty look what we got
My bass beat and it knock
Got the old school in my old school
Bout to post up on yo block
Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped
I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop
So f_ck these haters, f_ck these hoes that ain't slammin doors on they drop
Y'all n_ggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I'm not
So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all pop
You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the sh_t, b_tch wait til my album drop
Say that's yo new car? N_gga that's my old slab
Say that's yo new b_tch? N_gga that's my old stab
Oh that's yo new flow? That sh_t sound so trash
This that new KRIT sh_t, that Cole sh_t, them country n_ggas
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Hol' up, but don't forget about Compton n_gga
One for the money, two for the show
Three for No Limit and the rest for Death Row
That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist sh_t I ever wrote
And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know
I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow
And I hope that my d_ck is a whistlely flute, and that's not the instrumental
Now pick up my coat
You let that motherf_cker drag like RuPaul, I'll drag your ass to the floor
B_tch, I can admit, I'm a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is
Telling the doctor I'm sick, head doctor I'm needing your lips, yea
Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won't ignore it,
Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that's when I switch gears
Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh
The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh
B_tch I'm demanding respect, these b_tches is telling me take it
DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain't no challenge
Ain't it
[Hook]
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