Rod Wave – Get Ready Lyrics (feat. Kodak Black)

[Intro: Rod Wave]
(WeMakeBangerz)
Yeah
(Boat Note)
(JBFlyBoi OhhhBabyeee)

[Verse 1: Rod Wave]
Get here
Had to walk a whole lot of miles to get here
It’s safe to say that I’ma take the cake for this year
I would say try again next year
But next year will probably be my best year
It took a whole lot of blood and sweat, tears
I don’t owe anybody anything, get that clear
A lot of sleepless nights and a whole lot of grinding
Was gon’ say it took forever, but it’s perfect timing
You should have seen me back in high school, they had some shit to say
Thought they was thе shit ’cause they had shift jobs at Chick-fil-A
I was thinking R-A-P, they was thinking GPA
Lot of ‘еm went to college and they got a job at the bank
Now when I pull up brand new Rolls trucks, you should see they face
I know she seen my account, that shit’ll make a hater faint
This shit will make a hater think
He had his goals right in his face, he saw the dreams and did the race
All it took was a bit of faith
Gotta thank God for this one
Gave me heart and wisdom
Helped me dodge the grave, helped me dodge the system
So many homies in the cage I watched fall the victim
Too many homies in the cage I watched fall the victim
I’m thankful for my fans, this rapping shit changed my life
I’m thankful for my team for keeping a nigga right
Thankful for the promoters, I open up on the mics
Now I’m singing for you three months back to back, I sell out every night
Labels used to look past me, now they trying to remake me
Grab a fat nigga out the trenches and replace me
Tryna duplicate me, can’t be
This always been my dream
I always heard this voice in the back of my head sing
[Chorus: Rod Wave, Choir, & Both]
Oh, you better be ready for it
You better be ready
Independent kid, I’ve been chasing my dream, I dreamed this on my desk back in middle school
Be ready for it
Yeah, no lie, I swear
On my desk back in middle school
You better be ready for it
I hope you ready for it
You better be ready for it

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
If I stay ready, I ain’t gotta get ready
I ain’t gotta get ready ’cause I was already ready

I was standing by the corner store begging
Now the nigga I used to be asking for a dollar from jealous
I never thought I’d fall off with my nigga and it’s hurting
We dreamed of this when we was stealing cars and snatching purses
My brother told me, “Stop trying to save everybody”
God wanted to bless me, but I had f*ck niggas ’round me
But then they say grind turn to shine, I grinded
And everything I ever did, I did it for the projects
Invent some fraud money in my crowd
All night flights on the slab with lil’ Rab
Been rolling with the punches for so long I called it jab
Sitting at the table with no money for the tab
I was wishing for the stars, I’m a demon in the Wraith
One day you gon’ wake up with your dreams in your face
And you gon’ been done did everything they said you can’t
The only way they gon’ beat you, nigga, if you catch a case
[Outro: Kodak Black, Rod Wave, & Choir]
Better be ready for it
Congratulations, young nigga you did it, you gotta
You better be ready
Independent kid, I’ve been chasing my dream, I dreamed this on my desk back in middle school
You pressure, young nigga
Be ready for it
Yeah, I ain’t gon’ lie, I swear
I’m proud of you
On my desk back in middle school
You better be ready for it
I hope you ready for it
That’s all I ever wanted my people to say, they proud of me
You better be ready for it (Your time coming)
Congratulations, young nigga, you did it (Your time coming, youngin, I hope you ready for it)
Independent kid, I’ve been chasing my dream, I dreamed this on my desk back in middle school
If nobody proud of you I am, I’m is
Be ready for it
You better be ready (I hope you ready for it)
Pop your shit, young nigga (I’ve been chasing my dream, I dreamed this on my desk back in middle school)
I hope you ready for it
Keeping stepping how you stepping, fam
Be ready for it
Congratulations, young nigga, you did it
You better be ready (Oh, better be ready for it)
I ain’t gon’ lie
I already knew
I already knew I’d be great, you know what I’m saying?
You better be ready for it
You better be ready (Oh, oh, oh)

Devo Spice – I Hate Mondays Lyrics

Ugh, I can’t get up right now, man
I don’t feel good
Who the hell decided
That morning needed to come so early?

(chorus 1)
That party last night was awfully crazy
I got so wasted
Now I’m hung over and threw up so much
I can still taste it
I drink some coffee, pop some speed
But four days sleep is what I need
Passed out at five, got class at eight
Smash my alarm, I can not see straight
Man I hate Mondays

(verse 1)
I only got college for another three weeks
Trying to pass, I cheat off the geeks
For that to work I have to get to class
Which means, I really have to move my ass
So fill up my cup, coffee straight up
I drive in a daze like huh, who, what?
I make it to class but don’t feel great
A one hour class, I’m fifty minutes late
Got a pop quiz, don’t know what the topic is
Gonna have to take it, guess I’ll just fake it
See the worried faces, all over the places
Pray to three gods just to cover all the bases

(chorus 2)
That party rocked, for three days straight
We celebrated
Hell must’ve froze, I can’t believe
I graduated
My term paper wasn’t great
GPA was 1.8
Got my degree, so I bid adieu
But now I’m late for an interview

(bridge 1)
Man I hate Mondays (HEY!)
I hate mornings (HEY!)
I hate showers (HEY!)
Man I hate Mondays

(verse 2)
I can’t tell you what I learned in school
But, it didn’t prepare me to become a tool
Um, there are things I never thought I’d do
Like pay close attention to detail
And I can’t check personal email
And logic is never gonna prevail
Only two people here are female
And I think one might be a she-male
And my paycheck, nowhere near what I thought
Now I can’t afford the TV I just bought
Out of tequila, beer, wine, and rum too
Watching The Bachelor, is this what it’s come to?

(chorus 3)
That office party was awfully lame
I wish I skipped it
Brown-nose the boss, so insincere
It sounded scripted
I cut my hair and shave my beard
And now it’s me who thinks I look weird
Go home at eight, in bed by ten
Just watch the news, then do it again

(bridge 2)
Man I hate Mondays (HEY!)
I hate Tuesdays (HEY!)
I hate Wednesdays (HEY!)
Man I miss college

(interlude)
Now, I’m gonna give you a taste, of what I go through on Monday mornings. A typical day goes something like this
*beep!* *beep!* *beep!* *beep!*
*beep!* *beep!* *beep!* *beep!*
(radio voice: Traffic on the 405 is at a total stand-still this morning as all lanes are closed in both directions due to an accident involving two tractor trailers, seven cars, an ice cream truck, and the Oscar Meyer Wiener Mobile. Traffic is being rerouted onto surface streets but they’re moving about as fast as an old lady in the express lane paying with a check.)
Coffee! Coffee!
Coffee! Coffee!
Sittin’ in traffic! Sittin’ in traffic!
Sittin’ in traffic! Sittin’ in traffic!
Dammit, I’m late again. I hope my boss doesn’t see… hey! Good morning, sir! No, I’ve been here for 20 minutes. I just had to go get something out of my car. Yes, with my briefcase. I don’t go anywhere without it. No, not even the bathroom

(chorus 4)
That office meeting we had left me
Permanently scarred
PowerPoint slides with cheesy graphics
And crappy clip art
Was ill-prepared and underdressed
And there weren’t no donuts left
Proactive this, synergy that
Then something ’bout wearin’ different hats

(outro)
But after a few days of that, it’s the weekend
You know what that means
It means I get to cut the grass, clean out the gutters, and take the kids to soccer
Do I really have to make the bed? Why can’t I just leave it like that?

Rockie Fresh – Keep The Peace (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Verse 1]
I’ll murk you in some skinnies and some yeezy’s
Not a gangster but believe me I go hard so take it easy, woah
Shit, I’m looking at my life I think I love it
I be smoking weed in public, wanting money so I touch it, woah
The game getting crazy, game getting much realer everyday
But I’m in it cuz it pay, woah
Shit lately we’ve been running through a maze
I’ve been high since that nigga Usher made that rock a wave
And I’m still double M G, riding with the team I came with
Kobe shit, shawty that was not a game switch
I’m on that straight and narrow, fast pocket
Gotta watch a nigga blasting off
Like a Houston rocket, James Harden
Yeah, We in the bank [?] time
Shit, I pull up on your bitch like it’s lunch time
[?] first type of niggas
If you heard about [?] then we on our way to get ya yeah

[Hook]
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
See baby it’s a problem, go on let me know
But if it ain’t shit, I suggest you let it go
Take it slow, boy
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it

[Verse 2]
Niggas gon hate, that’s always for the good
Working too hard just like they should
He on games all day okay, aye
She put me in, I make that play, aye
Okay I get it till I fade away, had to hustle state to state
Took it past that 88, now they can’t read my license plate
You know I’m speeding while I’m eating till I’m overweight
I’m a skinny nigga but I really like the cake
I’m running shit so it’s just like I’m back in shape
Shorty super thick make the earth quake
GPA 3.8, She was sleeping on me, now I’m up too late
Way too long, cooking left the stove on
Burnt the house down, getting top with my robe on
Yeah, I just want it all till it’s all gone
Car drive when I was supposed to get call home

[Hook]
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
See baby it’s a problem, go on let me know
But if it ain’t shit, I suggest you let it go
Take it slow, boy
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it