Ready '24

[Intro: Cam'ron & J. Cole]

Yes (Yo, Killa, Killa)

Flee Farms, boy

(Yeah, we leavin', uh, Tuesday, we gon' fly to London)

Fuck with me, Harlem (Yeah)

I promise niggas

I guarantee it, I put my stamp of fuckin' authenticity, nigga

Ain't no nigga better than me in this fuckin' planet, I swear to God

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

Bitch, I'm on my shit again

I don't be sittin' 'round thinkin' what I could've been

I'ma do it now, I told mama I'ma do her proud

I do what I want, you niggas do what you allowed

My dog blew the loud into a cloud

These verses heinous, so of course they trainers threw in towels

Cole World, I got too much style

Designer or not, I just pulled your bitch with no line-up and Crocs

Where I'm from, fiends line up for rocks

Young niggas line up for Glocks

Talk slick, one shot, aw shit, forensics outlinin' your socks

Poor decision, mortician alpinin' your box

Raw pitchin', court vision, dishin' pounds on the block

You think you 'bout to get this shit over-the-counter? You're not

Ain't no prescription for this shit, you can't just dial up the doc'

My nigga wicked with the wrist, he whipped it out of a pot

From a powder to rock solid, then count up the profits

You ain't gotta sell that shit no more, I got it on lock, I told you

[Interlude: J. Cole]

Woo

Ooh, shit, nigga

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot

Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock

Shout to Ryan Coog', that shit was scary to view

'Cause a nigga's worst fear is gettin' stopped by the wrong cop, uh

Or gettin' shot on his own block

That's why niggas keep the chrome cocked, my palms cocked

Homes in three different timezones, it don't stop

Olympic-level divin', bitch, I promise I won't flop, uh

This how it feel to be on top

I used to see fiends lookin' for crack like they phone dropped

So fuck what you talkin' 'bout

I aimed for the stars and hit, shit was a long shot

I'm tryna get more bread than Patrick Mahomes got

Short-term vision ain't gon' get you the long yachts

'Ville nigga, used to cash my check at the pawn shop

My second worst fear is stickin' dick in the wrong thot

'Cause child support supervision is gon' knock

It's crystal clear, bitch, I got the vision y'all don't got

[Interlude: Cam'ron & J. Cole]

Yes (Stupid), yes (Killa, Killa)

Here we go

I'm ready, I'm ready (Uh)

Been ready, let's go (Look)

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]

Homie thought he caught him a killer, I intercepted her (Swish)

Deceptive, not at all, I wasn't with disrespectin' her

But I stood my ground, I wasn't with all the beggin' her

Know that I'm flee and nothin' I do is regular (Matter fact)

Matter fact, do irregular on the regular

With the trappers, robbers, next day, at the senator's (True)

But what to do with us? (Us?), gettin' loot with us (Yes)

Then the coupe with us (What else?), then hit the stu' with us

You see my crew, boo? Yeah, it's only a few of us (True)

You gettin' money, honey? That'll make two of us (Woo)

Takin' what I'm supposed to get, not all, most of it

Paper tags, poppin' tags, no tag, you know I'm it

I don't know if you people noticed it

But niggas had to give me six feet before the COVID hit (Swear they did)

Or you'll be six feet deep like when I load the clip (Baow)

Early bird, and the can of worms, you opened it (True)

Still hittin' old girl (Girl), still make her toes curl (Curl)

Killa Cam and Cole World, y'all niggas ready? (Yes)