Rufescent - Ready To Die lyrics

[Verse 1: Rufescent] Yeah I get it I can't rap like Biggie f** you I got the flow to make your girl get with me Plus I'm not fat, b**h, I don't got beats from Diddy But k**ing and robbing and rapping are something that I'm familiar Aw man, did he just diss the king Nah I didn't he's my idol, but I wear his ring He pa**ed it down to a skinny white boy with keys To a sh** box Honda with two broke seats Wanna know why I'm his kinda guy Cause I don't give a f** if I live or die Cause I'm dating a beautiful model that Cole found in Dubai Took it from him in a caddy during a hell of a drive by So listen closely while I toke the marijuana green Pa**ed from BIG in the time machine I see you out there worshiping Waka and Minaj Just make sure Jay saves a spot in his garage [Verse 2: Rufescent] Take a second to think about what I just did There's a second now hide your kids Rufescent just spit over a Truly Y.O.U.R.S jig And the chick in the back of the club on the rocks is feeling on Rufe's sh** Man I been through it all, nightmares and downfalls Shots outside my pad wasn't that bad I had it all I had friends other sh** ya know, dreaming about Grammys Living the life up, right No listen you understand me I had no money for food, but still my life was good Cause God gave me blessings so thank him I would But I hit rock so hard I'd just sit there and cry Saying God it's okay take me I'm ready to die And if you've never been, son, to that type of place And been so low you had to post away for days Then don't tell me I can't be as good as one of the greats Cause you don't realize greatness until you see d**h's face I'm ready to die [Verse 3: Rufescent] So everybody from the 9-7-8 Listen to me when I say that it's your time to be great You don't believe me then check the popularity rates We selling out Fenway like it's run by Jay And if Rufe ain't, the next one to fly Tell your homies you gotta pick up after Rufe your guy Tell the girls I'm sorry but they gotta kiss me goodbye Tell sis I love her and I'm waiting up in the sky But truthfully your boy, he's still walking around Haunting every artist that say they wanna come to town That's cool, just make sure you bow To the motherf**er holding Chris' gat like (blow!) I carry the piece with me I'll carry it peacefully The people about to see The descendant of a king Or I might leave you hanging as my time draws nigh Cause let's be honest I'm ready to die