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Art Morera - Ready (feat. Ramon Revere) Lyrics




Watch, watch how you love them
Watch how they hate you
I'ma keep it one hundo!
I'ma keep it a buck all the way through
Just tryna get home with a hoodie on
And a 7up and a Babe Ruth
The fortune they gave you
Jordan Belfort with the Quaalude
Open up your hands, here's 2 diamonds I'ma give you
Take them home, don't take them out 'til it's safe to
Let's dead the convo about who's the smartest, we're not in the same room
Just want to say thank you
For everybody that came through
If you really want to know where I'm going then y'all better stay tuned

You ready? You ready?
You don't gotta get ready, if you are already
You ready? You ready?
You don't gotta get ready, I ain't ready

I would count on God, count the days
'Til I'm a free man, smoke an ounce out of state
I was counter-productive, nothing ground breaking
Faking the funk, put a smile on my face
That's the way that it was, just part of the game
Hate it or love it, threw my name in the discussion
A shameless plug, addicted to the chase
Of being in this rap game, my brain's on drugs
Breath of fresh air in a room full of saw dust
Work on a song 'til it's done, from dawn to dusk
Save it then it's on to the next one
So the day that I'm gone, all this will be left for ya
Learned a lot about patience, isolation is dangerous
Less is more, every pencil has an eraser
Grabbed a piece of paper, drew a blank on it

You ready? You ready?
You don't gotta get ready, if you are already
You ready? You ready?
You don't gotta get ready, I ain't ready
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Watch, watch how you love them
Watch how they hate you
I'ma keep it one hundo!
I'ma keep it a buck all the way through
Just tryna get home with a hoodie on
And a 7up and a Babe Ruth
The fortune they gave you
Jordan Belfort with the Quaalude
Open up your hands, here's 2 diamonds I'ma give you
Take them home, don't take them out 'til it's safe to
Let's dead the convo about who's the smartest, we're not in the same room
Just want to say thank you
For everybody that came through
If you really want to know where I'm going then y'all better stay tuned

You ready? You ready?
You don't gotta get ready, if you are already
You ready? You ready?
You don't gotta get ready, I ain't ready

I would count on God, count the days
'Til I'm a free man, smoke an ounce out of state
I was counter-productive, nothing ground breaking
Faking the funk, put a smile on my face
That's the way that it was, just part of the game
Hate it or love it, threw my name in the discussion
A shameless plug, addicted to the chase
Of being in this rap game, my brain's on drugs
Breath of fresh air in a room full of saw dust
Work on a song 'til it's done, from dawn to dusk
Save it then it's on to the next one
So the day that I'm gone, all this will be left for ya
Learned a lot about patience, isolation is dangerous
Less is more, every pencil has an eraser
Grabbed a piece of paper, drew a blank on it

You ready? You ready?
You don't gotta get ready, if you are already
You ready? You ready?
You don't gotta get ready, I ain't ready
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Writer: Arthur Morera, Ramon Gonzalez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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