Lyrics Vince Staples

Vince Staples

War Ready

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

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

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 nigga then they hung him

Said it earlier in the verse, sometimes I wonder

Who the activist and who the Devil's 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