Lunchtime Legends - I'm Ready [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook X2]
I’m Ready, I'm Ready
Tell Em Get Ready
Cuz I’m Ready

[Verse 1: Don Thomas]

I'm as ready as I'm ever gon' be
They don't know my name do my thang low key
Ain't nothin' change still the same ol' me
Life gotta little hard so I rolled more tree
Take flight and then indulge in fog I breath
Lookin up at the boards, See the score I lead
Don't mind me cuz I'm currently occupied wit the dolla signs and weed
Now as we proceed to chase the dream
I Know they want us to stumble and fall
Me and Rasheed been ready to kill all you niggas and take all you niggas to war
OMG, they screaming out "Oh my God"
But me? I'm just on my guard
Meaning Its never a problem to point out the target
I see all you niggas from far
Nigga I was born ready
N' I couldn't wait for it, had to go get it
Yea this a takeover, move slow n steady
Im on a roll already, Outta control I'm bouta blow bring Moore confetti
Its gon' bang (bang), Rain can't stop the paraade
Hating niggas be the one that got somethin' to say
Levels to this shit, we on another level you ain't
Never messing wit them niggas tell em get out the way(Yea)
But hold up, only matter time til' the world know us
Had to wait in line but I rolled up front
All this weight upon my shoulder carried all at once
But I'm gon' just get up, get out, n' get some
When u leave the world nigga u can't take nothin'
LunchTime Legends bouta keep the bass comin'
So I'm bouta stay stuntin
Y'all hate it
I love it
My nigga I'm READY

[Hook X2]
I’m Ready, I'm Ready
Tell Em Get Ready
Cuz I’m Ready

[Verse 2: Rasheed Jamal]

Goin down tonight
And y'all muffuckas all sound alike
Wrap a cord around ya neck I'm like a pound of ice
And tell a promoters I'm a dead and bring em back to life
Lazarus, I'm like Nazareth, I don't see them other suckas gettin passed it bruh
High on life, don't pass the blunt, but got a peanut butter shawty in the passenger
Bout it bout it, bout it bout it, I'm bout it bout it, whats a massacre
Bounce her body, work it out Pilates, I remember shawties, used to laugh at us
Swaggin' out, and I'm the type of nigga that'll swag a lot
And Know a lot of niggas that'll grab a Glock, and blam and blop until a nigga passin out
Cashin out, I'ma need that in mass amount
Bump my songs in 4 sixteens, on screens in a slab, fuck a magnavox
Fuck the Feds, gimme head til I'm dead, want peace, many people never had a lot
Reppin for the rebels, nigga swangin heavy metal, different levels to my level if you black or not
I'm blackin out, in a Trayvon hoodie, black mask, at the mosque
Exed out, FRSH TRB, crept in the game like black ops
Shoulder to shoulder the holy of holies, none after before me post up like a goalie
They fear I control it, the grail has been opened, we ready we ready my nigga it's over

[Hook X2]
I’m Ready, I'm Ready
Tell Em Get Ready
Cuz I’m Ready