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Kendrick Lamar - They Ready lyrics

[Produced by Canei Finch & J. Cole]

[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***as thought I was gon' flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin cops, ride round and take shots
Hennessy for my enemies, n***as 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***as rappin like Aesop, Aesop
Get a grip! Oh that's your dream car? n***a that's my old whip
Oh that's your dream girl? n***a that's my old b**h
Oh that's your new flow? n***a that's my old sh**!
This that new KRIT sh**, that Cole sh**, them country n***as

[Hook: J 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**hes 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 ba** beat and it knock
Got the old school in my old school was to post up on yo block
Yo broad chose like she was s'posed to and you up in arms cause she bopped
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Cole I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop
So f** these haters, f** these hoes that ain't slammin doors on they drop
Y'all n***as 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**, b**h wait til my album drop
Say that's yo new car? n***a that's my old slab
Say that's yo new b**h? n***a that's my old stab
Oh that's yo new flow? That sh** sound so trash
This that new KRIT sh**, that Cole sh**, them country n***as

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Hol' up, but don't forget about Compton n***a
One for the money, two for the show
Three for no limit and the rest for d**h row
That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist sh** 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 dick is a whistlely flute, and that's not the instrumental
Now pick up my coat
You let that motherf**er drag like RuPaul, I'll drag your a** to the floor
b**h, 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, clear
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**h I'm demanding respect, these b**hes 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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