Ready To Score - Debs

I admit that I’ve been lost

But I’ve been found

Have you been around?

How you go about goin around town?

You got the girls

You got the bottles

You in check?

What’s next?

Making it out the bullshit and the drama.

Watch your words, they come around quick like karma

I’m so sikh on dharma, plowin through these fields

Homie I’m ahh farmer

Prayin on my knees but I ain’t no martyr

Went to the same high school as Jefferey dahmer

Like to think that I’m ah young Lebanese scholar

Rap game more then blue collar

I’m shootin I’m shootin

Homie I’m a starter

I’ll be polite with your daughter

Young man that will be a dollar

Foe that arnold n palmer

Ain’t nothin free in this world

Ain’t nothin free in this world

Money ain’t growin on trees in this world

Life’s just a bunch of fees in this world

But thats why you gotta go fish

Gettin the fix for this dish

Chef in the kitchen, my cookin so rich

Chef in the kitchen, I’m gettin to this

Girls easier then a flip of switch

Im fixin my pitch, got this rap game in a hitch

Wooah I won’t miss

Slicin like swiss

Baby come give me a kiss

I’ve had all the anti-venom of these snake

Anti-dote forever flowin in my viens

Makin me immortal to these fakes

Diamond in the rough

This rap game is pretty tough

Play the right cards homie better not bluff

Come in the paint with that weak end up stuffed

I’ve had enough, I’ve had enough

I ain’t in no rut

Manny with the upper hit yah in the gut

You a mix you a mut

I ain’t messin with you

No no

I ain’t messing with you

Pass me the rock I’m ready to score

Fakes never make it passed the doors

Do it for yourself

Do it for yourself

Do it do it

Do it for yourself

Pass me the rock I’m ready to score

Fakes never make it past the doors

Fakes never make it past the doors

Fakes never make it past the doors

They say that I’m actin cocky

Don’t care what they say

I hit them like rocky

Horse power rippin like a jockey

Slap shot like I’m wayne

Why you slippin we ain’t playin hockey

I’m spreadin my wings so I fly with the birds

Some acts of concern but I just go wit it

Steps with my Pep

She asking for my number, SI

Tell her go head call me papi

No espanol if it ain’t sloppy

Why you gotta copy I’m fly like the bats be

Everywhere I wanna be but I have no time you see

I’m just throwing passes

Why you sittin there askin madden

It’s aladin flying carpet

Cause me and jasmine high as shit man you can’t imagine

Im ready to soar

Ya

Oo

Oo

Oo

I’m workin on this

Oo

Oo

Oo

Im workin on this

Im workin, im workin, im workin on this

What the hell happen to this

What the hell happen to this

Had to come down to this shit

Had to come down to this shit

Had to come down to it

Pass me the rock I’m ready to score

Fakes never make it passed the doors

Do it for yourself

Do it for yourself

Do it do it

Do it for yourself

Pass me the rock Im ready to score

Fakes never make it past the doors

Fakes never make it past the doors

Fakes never make it past the doors