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