Previously on Ready to Die

Yeah go squad yeah haha

Man I swear this is the realest shitDo we get the champagnes and shit haha

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 talked down on others who can′t talk back

Before I hop back

Since 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

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

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

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