Ready

Starin out the mothafuckin windowpane Sipping on the Devils water that promethazine And everybody sayin I ain't ready Well mothafucka I'm telling y'all don't test me Cause if you do you might figure out my secrets That I use rap as an outlet for my demons It's got me trapped in a cell full of my reasons I slit my wrists to escape I am leaving Here we go again, I don't wanna lie, I'm my only friend, me myself and I Letter to my wife, better if I die Story of my life, put it on the line Running out of time, starin at the sky, lookin for a sign Silent as a mime Wanna live divine, sipping on some wine Bullet to my spine, time for me to fly yeah They telling me Izzy you changing, Izzy you gettin complacent Izzy you gotta stay patient, that a command or a statement Put it in terms that are layman, move my money to the caymans Do this shit for my nation Do this for all of creation, the perks of bein amazing yeah And I don't need no analysis, telling me that I ain't passionate Grew up way too talented, my rap game should be Patented thank the lord I was fortunate Found my way with coordinates Ain't no sense in ignoring it Life's a race and I'm floorin it My flow is a little a bit crazy, little bit wavy, if I was you I would hate me I would never wanna date me Maybe, this music shit is my habit No wonder that you wanna grab it, and when I no longer have it Lay me down in my casket Starin out the mothafuckin windowpane Sipping on the Devils water that promethazine And everybody sayin I ain't ready Well mothafucka I'm telling y'all don't test me Cause if you do you might figure out my secrets That I use rap as an outlet for my demons It's got me trapped in a cell full of my reasons I slit my wrists to escape I am leaving Pedal to the metal, everybody wanna get the fuck out the ghetto Everybody wanna live life in a meadow Everybody wanna get High bitch hello Tell me goodbye, compelled by your eyes, sayin you love me, sellin me lies Sayin that you wanna do this forever, shoot at my heart, aim for the center Relievin the pressure, letting me leave Then you begging me please You better believe I am one of a kind Let me enter mind yeah I'm the son of a prophet The skeleton inside your closet Losing was never an option I will never be forgotten We live in a timeless age Where people throw live Grenades in a violent rage While flipping a silent page, we stuck in a giant maze My minds amazed I mean look at the crime rate Look at the people that violate Sold my soul to the devil, he got that shit that for a prime rate I got enough love in my life, maybe I'm missing some drugs in my life, I don't need your advice Givin me to tips how to live, I couldn't give less of a shit Tryna tell me not to do this, there's a big chance I might lose It But I feel way too therapeutic, when it's me myself and my music Starin out the mothafuckin windowpane Sipping on the Devils water that promethazine And everybody sayin I ain't ready Well mothafucka I'm telling y'all don't test me Cause if you do you might figure out my secrets That I use rap as an outlet for my demons It's got me trapped in a cell full of my reasons I slit my wrists to escape I am leaving I check my Senses then I check the premise Too relentless to convey this message You better bow down when I'm your in presence Telling me you wanna say your penance Better say It quick better say It fast I get picked first while you playing last Too many snakes gotta cut the grass Too many brakes gotta hit the gas Time for me to accelerate Got not time to even hesitate So I sit back and I meditate Everyone watch as I demonstrate how I Separate the swine then I Celebrate with wine as I Dedicate my time till I Penetrate these lines and I Elevate my rhymes medicate my mind levitate my grind Come to take what's mine better check the signs my turn to shine yeah Designate this knife to go and detonate my life while knowin I don't feel alive no more and, so I get that liquor pouring No time for speculation I got no destination Don't need no explanation, my music resonatin Right into your dome, the revelations of my soul and Maybe you should know that this right here is my resignation Starin out the mothafuckin windowpane Sipping on the Devils water that promethazine And everybody sayin I ain't ready Well mothafucka I'm telling y'all don't test me Cause if you do you might figure out my secrets That I use rap as an outlet for my demons It's got me trapped in a cell full of my reasons I slit my wrists to escape I am leaving