[Intro]
Previously on Ready to Die
Yeah go squad yeah haha
Man I swear this is the realest shit
Do we get the champagnes and shit haha

[Verse 1]
Yeah y’all fellas really late my industry standard is rising
Meanwhile my tightest been in my crib like nice one
I’m entering in a ring I’m feeling like Tyson
Y’all rappers lookin at me like I’m cake, enticing
I really clocked back I don’t tik tok that
Hop on that lemon pepper freestyle and Rick Ross that
Talk back to those degenerates who talkеd down on others who can’t talk back
Before I hop back
Sincе black on black or whatever you wish to call it
I learnt to close my circle closer and I enforced it
Y’all suckers late or something I can’t ignore it
It’s 6pm I said to meet at 7 do y’all not respect it
My time is money, my money is time too
Money over everything so know my time is worth everything
Little did I know y’all fellas didn’t know
Misunderstandings I must have been cold
Apologies to those who genuinely didn’t know
But to those who did no second chances I never fold
You taking the silver I’m taking gold
Hold on to grudges is something never known
Drugs and temptation is something that I’m never prone
Yes, I’m the type of guy to go full on absolute
Martell with coke over any vodka absolute
You put that mask on I don’t wish to see that face and the flute
Leave that in the past look to the future cut the roots
[Chorus]
Cutting lines from everybody in the industry to me sounds like a standard
They want me on that footstool
You can’t tell me what or what not to do i ain’t no fool
Cause you try to tell me one thing
Then try to tell me another I need to need to know
Dem baby really need to go
It’s just industry standard

[Verse 2]
So from here on out I’m officially identified as asexual
Everything I say or do is factual
Actual realisation to those who can’t realise that real eyes realise real lies
Damn y’all must be dumb or dumb
Or something I can’t even comprehend the level of nothing
So since we on the topic of realisation I’m pacing
Mind is racing to the music that I’m facing
Um there’s someone on the phone it’s for you
You can put it down I don’t wanna listen to no nonsense
Specially if it’s from a nobody that’s not important
Honestly if my homies stay loyal and never ghosted
It would compensate one of my many issue of boredom
Them rotten responses turning unconscious
You wish I turned in my grave
I wish you flipped in your grave
But more than that revenge is sweet but risk means never being safe
Strictly on business in my studio the stereo mixing ready for radio plays
I’m a hunnid on my craft no time for love or what so ever
I hope them back to future never turns me back to older days
Too much pain I’m literally transparent like forever
What happened to the g og trilogy in 2019
Back when we were tight balling with my homie Trevor
Back when we were the cause of disturbance to any stranger
Back when we would stay up late till earliest eleven
And we did head counts before we pulled up there were like seven
But where we at now
Few of us stayed few of us drifted
The finger that held us together must have been lifted
And I’ve been isolated working on what I’ve crafted
And all the scrapped album ideas that I have drafted
Just to deliver the greatest of me at that situated point of time
We call that industry standard
[Chorus]
Cutting lines from everybody in the industry to me sounds like a standard
They want me on that footstool
You can’t tell me what or what not to do i ain’t no fool
Cause you try to tell me one thing
Then try to tell me another I need to need to know
Dem baby really need to go
It’s just industry standard