READY TO DIE (hitman response) Lyrics – YG

READY TO DIE (hitman response) Lyrics

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
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 sеlf don’t want
But the slime in me thinks sеlf’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 hired a hitman and he ain’t do the hit

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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
Killin’ 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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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 guide 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