Listen to War Ready song with lyrics from Vince Staples

War Ready

Vince Staples16 Sep 2016

War Ready Lyrics

War Ready - Vince Staples

Written by:Vince Staples/James Blake/Andre Benjamin/Antwan Patton

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 a 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 a 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 a 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 b**ch look like Mona Lisa

 

Hammers busting like a soda in the freezer

Think I'm heading to Ibiza

Need a breather from the tripping

 

Either that or I'm embracing silly

 

Bite the bullet tryna fight the feeling

F**k around and pull it push it to the limit

Ain't a thing to a G

Life give lemons ni**a hang from a tree

 

Coke game all came in a dream

Woke up feeling like the walls caved in

F**ked to the death never gave in

Write that on the grave that I get laid in

 

Heaven hell free jail same sh*t

County jail bus slave ship same sh*t

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 f**k the sign on his curb can make him hunt you

Turned the African into a ni**a 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 Sh*t

They only f**king 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 a put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon

 

That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay