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I'm ready
I'm ready, I put Forgis on Pirellis (skrrt)
On the mob shit, try to threaten me
Leave your face inside spaghetti (yeah)
But I'm sippin' on this deadly
Keep a nine beside my belly (no cap)
I'm losing, they can't help me
Don't know why they doubt me
What's the game without me? (Without me)
Diamonds hittin' left, right
I'm just living my best life
Backwoods got my chest tight

Focused on my riches
Bro just got a sentence
I cried after the visit (I miss him)
I keep good intentions
I don't gotta mention
Bought it cash, ain't rentin' (cash)
Everything I say, I back it
Chopper make you back flip
Police stay harassing (f*ck 12)
Made money off my passion
Don't care if they taxin'
'Cause I get them racks (rackies)
'Cause I get them racks in
I can get the pack in
Depends on what you asking (what do you need?)
No time to relax, I need another bag
Stacking up the backend (stack it up)

I'm ready, I put Forgis on Pirellis (skrrt)
On the mob shit, try to threaten me
Leave your face inside spaghetti (yeah)
But I'm sippin' on this deadly
Keep a nine beside my belly (no cap)
I'm losing, they can't help me
Don't know why they doubt me
What's the game without me? (Without me)
Diamonds hittin' left, right
I'm just living my best life
Backwoods got my chest tight (yeah)

What you know about the bando?
Keys like a piano
Big sticks just like Rambo (big sticks)
Bakin' up the tan, though, pull strings just like banjos
Tough plays in the end zone (end zone)
I be Raf and Rick'ed up
Used to do the pick-up
Trips went smooth, no hiccups (smooth)
Amiri jeans be ripped up
Got no dirt to dig up
Fake friends I got rid of (yeah, hey)
Gotta step my rate up
Taking pills to stay up
Treat the game like a lay-up (lay-up)
Drive foreigns, gettin' tickets
Stackin' up my digits
Never smoking midget (yeah)

I'm ready
I'm ready, I put Forgis on Pirellis (skrrt)
On the mob shit, try to threaten me
Leave your face inside spaghetti (yeah)
But I'm sippin' on this deadly
Keep a nine beside my belly (no cap)
I'm losing, they can't help me
Don't know why they doubt me
What's the game without me? (Without me)
Diamonds hittin' left, right
I'm just living my best life
Backwoods got my chest tight
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I'm ready
I'm ready, I put Forgis on Pirellis (skrrt)
On the mob shit, try to threaten me
Leave your face inside spaghetti (yeah)
But I'm sippin' on this deadly
Keep a nine beside my belly (no cap)
I'm losing, they can't help me
Don't know why they doubt me
What's the game without me? (Without me)
Diamonds hittin' left, right
I'm just living my best life
Backwoods got my chest tight

Focused on my riches
Bro just got a sentence
I cried after the visit (I miss him)
I keep good intentions
I don't gotta mention
Bought it cash, ain't rentin' (cash)
Everything I say, I back it
Chopper make you back flip
Police stay harassing (f*ck 12)
Made money off my passion
Don't care if they taxin'
'Cause I get them racks (rackies)
'Cause I get them racks in
I can get the pack in
Depends on what you asking (what do you need?)
No time to relax, I need another bag
Stacking up the backend (stack it up)

I'm ready, I put Forgis on Pirellis (skrrt)
On the mob shit, try to threaten me
Leave your face inside spaghetti (yeah)
But I'm sippin' on this deadly
Keep a nine beside my belly (no cap)
I'm losing, they can't help me
Don't know why they doubt me
What's the game without me? (Without me)
Diamonds hittin' left, right
I'm just living my best life
Backwoods got my chest tight (yeah)

What you know about the bando?
Keys like a piano
Big sticks just like Rambo (big sticks)
Bakin' up the tan, though, pull strings just like banjos
Tough plays in the end zone (end zone)
I be Raf and Rick'ed up
Used to do the pick-up
Trips went smooth, no hiccups (smooth)
Amiri jeans be ripped up
Got no dirt to dig up
Fake friends I got rid of (yeah, hey)
Gotta step my rate up
Taking pills to stay up
Treat the game like a lay-up (lay-up)
Drive foreigns, gettin' tickets
Stackin' up my digits
Never smoking midget (yeah)

I'm ready
I'm ready, I put Forgis on Pirellis (skrrt)
On the mob shit, try to threaten me
Leave your face inside spaghetti (yeah)
But I'm sippin' on this deadly
Keep a nine beside my belly (no cap)
I'm losing, they can't help me
Don't know why they doubt me
What's the game without me? (Without me)
Diamonds hittin' left, right
I'm just living my best life
Backwoods got my chest tight
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Writer: Ebony Naomi Oshunrinde, Kevin Gomringer, Navraj Goraya, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group

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