J. Cole - They Ready lyrics

[Produced by Canei Finch & J. Cole] [Verse 1: J Cole] And you know it don't stop, grindin round that clock Masterminding my second album, my first album just dropped Scored a touchdown on my first down, n***as thought I was gon' flop See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops And we still duckin cops, ride round and take shots Hennessy for my enemies, n***as know I'm takin they spot Cause that score up on the play clock show just how I came from way back Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you n***as rappin like Aesop, Aesop Get a grip! Oh that's your dream car? n***a that's my old whip Oh that's your dream girl? n***a that's my old b**h Oh that's your new flow? n***a that's my old sh**! This that new KRIT sh**, that Cole sh**, them country n***as [Hook: J Cole] One for the money, two for the show Three for them hoes saying anything goes They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad b**hes and they lapped up in the back They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] Shawty look what we got, my ba** beat and it knock Got the old school in my old school was to post up on yo block Yo broad chose like she was s'posed to and you up in arms cause she bopped Cole I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop So f** these haters, f** these hoes that ain't slammin doors on they drop Y'all n***as too young to remember how to the south used to be but I'm not So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all pop You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the sh**, b**h wait til my album drop Say that's yo new car? n***a that's my old slab Say that's yo new b**h? n***a that's my old stab Oh that's yo new flow? That sh** sound so trash This that new KRIT sh**, that Cole sh**, them country n***as [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Hol' up, but don't forget about Compton n***a One for the money, two for the show Three for no limit and the rest for d**h row That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist sh** I ever wrote And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that's not the instrumental Now pick up my coat You let that motherf**er drag like RuPaul, I'll drag your a** to the floor b**h, I can admit, I'm a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is Telling the doctor I'm sick, head doctor I'm needing your lips, yea Proper an*logy for it, if I can afford it then I won't ignore it, clear Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that's when I switch gears Living my life on Uran*s, uh, keeping one foot in your an*s, uh The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh b**h I'm demanding respect, these b**hes is telling me take it DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain't no challenge Ain't it [Hook]