Lyrics Ready or Not - Skrapz, Streetz, Trapstar Toxic

Ready or Not

Ayo I hustle for the future of my family, it’s not a joke
I told myself when I was young I’ll never die broke
I’m tryna make a little rap money so I flow dope
Where these other rappers that are coming like they can’t cope
Coming like they can’t float, like their boat’s got a hole in it
I shoot man like their chest’s got a goal in it
And if you hear another rapper with a flow like Skrapz
Then the mother fucker’s stolen it
Boom
And even though I’m a star
I keep some petrol in the in case I’ve gotta blow up the car
I’m in a world of my own
Things is moving kinda' slow right now but I’m glad to be home
Their acting like they never know man a pro
We was moving like the Wu-Tang Clan at my first show
I’m glad I never hear bang at my first show
Shutdown, and flew straight back to Church Road
Coming at you if you’re ready or not
Them man are talking
They ain’t ever come through licking off shots
Always keep a bally round me, I ain’t going out hot
But it’s a cold world when you get caught up with
Stayed all about this money, ain’t no girl that we love
And if we do, she’s certified, she ain’t a hag on the block
Money talks, make a nigga change his stance on the spot
Old friends turn snakes, gotta' stay on my job
See I don’t change friends, that just ain’t my style
I put my hand on the bible, still lie in trial
That’s cause I don’t rate the system and the judge in his gown
'Nough time I bust case and came home with a smile
One time for my niggas that didn’t make it
Knowing they’re behind doors, and it’s just patience
Bruddas out on the road, still tryna' make it
Yeah I’m one of them
Road name Tox, can’t call me by my government
Ready or not
Something like no introduction
We’re heading straight to the top
Scooping every pound to function
Yeah I do it for my people
Do it for my people
Try to hold up order
And keep everybody equal
It’s like it’s straight to the top for me
I told my mum we can’t wait on the lottery
We ain’t mice caught in a trap
There ain’t nothing holding me back
They’re saying, how you gonna' make it Dubbz
Tell 'em hopefully rap
But lately, I had the same dreams for a few months
Me flooded with money like it was goosebumps
Feeling like a zombie, staring at a box, so I lick off my telly
But money’s just like, you feel you’ve gotta get it
My niggas hanging round here
When there’s cops sitting, itching, planning on handing out years
To the youth, that’s stuck in the roadside tryna' get by
With no guidance because every one provides a wet lie
Aye, listen this is news flash
You know I do
I’ll have your boo mad
Just from a few tags
And don’t front like your crew’s bad
I’m on roads, have your body exposed like nude mags
Start talking in code cause it’s less to pull
If my niggas got weed, I mean vegetables
And if they want two balls, I mean testicles
I was down for too long, I had to bounce back
Fiends want me cutting shapes, they some house cats
Youngers on the strip, moving them ounce packs
Breaking up cheese like they setting up mouse traps
I should be drunk the way I drank off brandy
Who’s got the fiends loving me like Sandy?
Plus these pagans wanna' see my team not breathing
Chicks who slept on me once, carry on sleeping
Chicks who slept on me once, carry on sleeping