paroles de chanson Y'all Not Ready - Lil' Rose

Aye 4
I got em on this one

Turn up the beat cause I'm feelin myself
I want niggas to know I'm the champ wit the belt
I got lyrical raps that can murder yaself
Call me suicide, rest in peace all of ya health
Lemme take a big breather, I'm finna go in
Like I never been deep in my ocean brain
Don't you dare drown on me nigga, my bar's finna trigger
That infinite ammo, no brain off the trigger
Uh
Ya brain's get delivered some heavy ass hittin, Like Tyson, but bigger
No chest and no liver, no brainer
These hoes get the brainer, like holdin my thoughts in their hands
Leave a stainer
That's sick, but I'm illmatic
Fuck what u sayin, like bright yellow hair
Niggas eatin the beat, like I need silverware
I'm goin all ape, I can't fuck what y'all bears
Get me twin MAC-11 to bear
I ain't a killer, don't push me to fear
Niggas around
Cause i'll lose ya head and ya head, like a barber
Don't make me go farther, like son of a gun
You a killer, go kill em again with the truth
Yeah I got it, I got em pops wit the pop
Hold up wait this nigga droppin, he needs one more pop
Too late my nigga, I already got em
The heat to the weight gonna make the weight drop
Like niggas can't hold me, I need to be spotted
Fuck it, I'm too much to hold in one spot
Call up a body builder, make a swap
Niggas still can't handle, but drop
The truth, but the truth made me go knock
Whoever at top, crown me
No prob
Wait, I forgot that I already got it
I know I'm best of the best
And the best of the best, can put best to a rest
Snatch up the mic, while I bang on my chest
I'm a beast and a boy, bring a cyborg and rest
Fuck wit me wrong, I'm a put u in check
Like a price on ya head
Now that don't make no sense
I'm cheap talkin, I gotta talk like a boss
That be firing niggas, like the holocaust
Oh my goodness, the great is on fire
I feel like Kobe before he retired
I'm tryna prove that this rap, I desire
I know that it's great, like tony the tiger
But it need a Rose to build the empire
This ain't a joke to ya fake Richard Pryors
This shit is mandatory and it's required
So all of ya washed niggas need a dryer
And listen real close, I'm droppin more knowledge
Fuck a professor, I'm a walkin college
This music gon pull me out of the box
Then middle fingers to all of u niggas
Niggas never wanna pass me the rock
But give a nigga that ain't hungry the rock
And throw em on stage, like it's a lock
Knowin his legs stuck lookin locked
The crowd booin and they lookin for better
And niggas askin, where's I when they need me
I tell em niggas don't want me to rap
And niggas rage sayin, what's up wit that?
I tell em don't trip, they comin back
Just wait till I blow up runnin rap
And watch how they all try to come back
And ima tell em, yall ain't ready for rap

You know what that means
Because I am rap
Niggas don't deserve what they want
And what they need
Thinkin everything gon plan out after the fact,
Y'all denied that nigga over and over
And tryna excuse
I meant to say tried to use an excuse to win em back
Knowin y'all did em dirty since Day 1
Y'all niggas gotta be muthafuckin clowns
Niggas finna be the next big thing out this bitch
So fuck the bullshit
Ya feel me