Lyrics: READY TO DIE (hitman response)

On the path of becoming something new

The toughest opponent isn't your opposite

If you look closely

It's a man that looks exactly like you


Self told me I am too tough, plus my energy is too much

'Cause when I walk in the room, they feel like Pooh buzz

All eyes on me and I ain't do much really

It's probably 'cause my confidence is too up

Give two fucks, no the fuck I don't

Fuck it, beefin' with self, with all the smoke

The dark side of life, it brings me hope

That all my opps hit the pen' and drop the soap

That's the part of me that self don't want

But the slime in me thinks self's a joke

Bitch, I'm armed and dangerous, knives with scopes

That's what make me me, it's all I know

Self, I see you as a bitch

You on my list of niggas that ain't shit

Self, I see you as a bitch

You hide the hitman and he ain't do the hit


Many men want me unalive

Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die

Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die

Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die

Many men want me unalive

Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die

Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die

Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die


What type nigga look himself in the eyes

And tell self he want himself to die?

Like what disease he infected by?

Like what religion he protected by?

Can't be mine, fuck it, it's war, let's up the score

He gon' wish the hitman got me some songs ago

I'ma get up on him, I know I own the lo'

Soft-ass nigga, you Pillsbury dough

Killin' me? What you think gon' be the outcome?

Killin' me? The breadwinner, how dumb

Killin' me? You should think about some

Killing me? Nigga, you killin' the alpha

But fuck it, I'm strapped, I'm on the way

Just pulled up to the crib behind the gate

Security let me in 'cause it's me, they know my face

Caught his ass slippin', hello, here go your fate


Many men want me unalive

Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die

Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die

Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die

Many men want me unalive

Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die

Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die

Ain't no biggie, I ain't ready to die


Firin' shots at him, but I missed

Firin' shots at him, damn, this nigga quick

Realize I'm shootin' at myself, this a twist

Yeah, self, 'cause you done tried to send a hit

Yeah, I tried, but that hitman was a bitch

Well, I hope he ran off with your chip

See, that's your problem, naw, nigga, that's your problem

Okay, awesome, nigga, where we goin' from this?

Tell me your reason on why you wanted me gone

And I just might stop squeezin' the chrome

Hurry, please, better make this shit good

Until then, I got it pointed at your dome

Self was like, "You wrong, you crash-out prone"

In them streets strong with them kids at your home

You blessed, but yet the shit you shown

Is how you always rep the set, but ain't you grown?

And when it come to death, you ain't ready

But your ashes speak loud and they heavy

Lashin' out, crashin' out, you do it steady

So how you ain't ready when crashin' out deadly

You talk all this high power tough shit

With friends in the gym on some gettin' buff shit

I question why you drink so much liquor

You probably dealin' with some shit you can't put up with

I think you put up this guard to hide the truth

I think it's things you hide inside of you

I think it's time we dive in, find the root

I think it's time you finally got the youth

Stop doin' what the typical guys'd do

Start speakin' your emotion, your time is due

Ayy, self, this is me, come find, it's cool

Look inwards, fuck the pride in you