Ready ‘24
 作词 : J. Cole/Cam'ron
 作曲 : J. Cole/Cam'ron
 Yes (Woah, yeah), Freefalls boy (Yeah, you already know on a Tuesday, fly to uh—)
 **** with me, Harlem (Yeah, got my—)
 I promised niggas
 I guarantee it, I put my stamp of ****in' authenticity
 Nigga ain't no nigga better than me on this planet I swear to god

 Bitch I'm on my shit again
 I don't be sittin' around thinkin' of what I coulda been
 I'ma do it now, I told my momma I'll do her proud
 I do what I what, you niggas do what you allowed
 My dog blew the loud into a cloud
 Your verses hangin' so of course your trainer threw in towels
 Cole World, I got too much style
 Designer or not, I just your bitch with no line-up and Crocs
 Where I'm from, fiends line up for rocks
 Young niggas line up for Glocks
 Talk slick, one-shot, aw shit, forensics outlinin' your socks
 Poor decision, mortician, out pinin' your box
 Raw pigeon, caught fishin', there's Chappelle's on the block
 You think your 'bout to get this shit over-the-counter, your not
 Ain't no perscription for this shit, you can't just dallop the dock
 My nigga Wicked with the wrist, he whipped it out of a pot
 From a Prada to rock solid, the counter to crawfish
 You ain't gotta sell the shit no more, I got it on lock I told him

 Woo, shit, nigga

 I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot
 Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock
 Shot the Ryan Coupe, that shit was scarier view
 'Cause a nigga's worst fear is getting stopped by the wrong cop, uh
 Or gettin' shot on the wrong block
 That's why nigga's keep the chrome cocked, my pones cocked
 Home's in three different timezones, it won't stop
 Olympic level divin', bitch, I promise I won't flock, uh
 This how it feels to be on top
 I used to see fiends lookin' for crack like they phone droppin'
 So **** what you talkin' 'bout, I aim for the stars and hit, shit was a long shot
 I'm trying to get more bread than Patrick Mahomes got
 Short-term vision, ain't gonna get you the long gots
 Field nigga, used to cash the check at the pawn shop
 My second worse fear is sticking my dick in the wrong thot
 'Cause child support supervision has gone knock
 It's crystal clear, bitch, I got the vision ya'll don't got

 Yes, yes
 Here we go
 I'm ready, I'm ready
 Been ready (Look), let's go

 Homie thought he caught up a peculiar interceptor
 [?] it all, I wasn't disrespecting her
 But I stood my ground, I wasn't with all the begging her
 Knowing that I'm flee, or nothing I do is regular (Matter fact)
 Matter fact, dude, he regular, on the regular
 With the trapmens, robbers, next day I hit the Senators
 What that do with us? Can you move with us
 You see my
 Then hit the stu' with us
 You see my crew boo, yeah, it's only a few of us
 Sure you gettin' money honey? Now that'll make two of us
 Thinkin' what I'm supposed to get, not all, most of it
 Paper tax, bottom tax, no tack, you know I'm in
 I don't know if you people noticed it
 But niggas had to give me 6-feet before the COVID
 Or he'll be 6-feet deep like when I unload the clip (Baow)
 Early birdin' it, can of worms, you opened it (True story)
 Go head hittin' on girl, still make her toes curl

 Killer Cam', and Cole World, you niggas ready?
 Yes