War Ready [explicit] Lyrics - Vince Staples

Softly as if I played piano in the dark 

Found a way to channel my anger now to embark 

The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part 

God... with the signal clear as day 

Put my Glock, put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon 

That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay 

Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon 

That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay 

Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon 

That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay 

Born ready, war ready 

Born ready, war ready 

Born ready, war ready 

War ready, your boys lost already 

Born ready, war ready 

Born ready, war ready 

Born ready, war ready 

War ready, your boys lost already 

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My bitch look like Mona Lisa 

Hammers busting like a soda in the freezer 

Think of heading to Ibiza 

Need a breather from the tripping 

Either that or my brains to the ceiling 

Bite the bullet, tryna fight the feeling 

Fuck around and pull it, push it to the limit 

Ain't a thang to a G 

Life give you lemons, nigga hang from a tree 

Cold game all came in a dream 

Woke up feeling like the walls caved in 

Fought to the death, never gave in 

Write that on the grave that I get laid in 

Heaven, Hell, free or jail, same shit 

County jail bus, slave ship, same shit 

A wise man once said that a black man better off dead 

So I'm, war ready 

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Born ready, war ready 

Born ready, war ready 

Born ready, war ready 

War ready, your boys lost already 

Born ready, war ready 

Born ready, war ready 

Born ready, war ready 

War ready, your boys lost already 

Learned the power of words when we was younger 

Saying fuck the sign on his curb can make him hunt you 

Turned the African into a nigger then they hung him 

Said it earlier in the verse, sometimes I wonder 

Who the activist and who Devils advocate 

Or do it matter? Shit 

They only fucking with the rapper if the rapper rich 

Or got a platinum hit 

A chain or two 

Seem the music interchangeable 

Raging bull, what you headed for? 

Heaven doors, or hell below 

I write directions for the road to let you know 

Edgar Allen Poe 

Tried to warn 'em of demise and all he seen was crows 

Feel for 'em, words, we kill for 'em 

Leave the bitchin' to the birds, we still war'n 

Born ready, you boys lost already 

All in 'til the lord get me 

Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon 

That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay