Hmm
How do you even turn this thing on?
All these buttons
That maybe?
Oh
You know
I spent a lot of time thinking, and praying, and writing
And I'd ask myself
When the stars aligned and the time was right
Would you be ready?
I heard a fool's quick to speak 'cause he's gotta say something
But a wise man speaks when he's got something to say
So I
Picked up my pen and my pad
I had to get in my bag
And left the top, 'cause it was getting lonely
I could've came on this tape
And gave you nothing but fake
How my rims sit bigger and my trigger'll spray
How I'm oh so icy that they call me Vanilla
And I grew up in the trap so you know I'm a killer
Naa
I'd rather give you my mind, it's like heaven
Is you ready or not?
I'll be ready, After 7
And y'all still don't hear me
Maybe I gotta mime or I can speak more slo-
Now I'm running out of time
Y'all be looking for the wave
But you gotta listen close
I ain't gon' rap about no jewelry or no cars or no clothes
Look
We made it out, but we still gotta live
And if it's all that I got, then I'm ready just to give
Yessir
