Ready ’24 Lyrics – J. Cole ft. Cam’ron

[Intro: Cam'ron & J. Cole]
Yes (Yo, Killa, Killa)
Flee Farms, boy
(Yeah, we leaving, uh, Tuesday, we gone fly to London)
F**k with me, Harlem (Yeah)
I promise n!ggas
I guarantee it, I put my stamp of f**king authenticity, n!gga
Ain't no n!gga better than me in this f**king planet, I swear to God

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
B!tch, I'm on my sh!t again
I don't be sitting 'round thinking what I could've been
I'ma do it now, I told mama I'ma do her proud
I do what I want, you n!ggas do what you allowed
My dog blew the loud into a cloud
These verses heinous, so of course they trainers threw in towels
Cole World, I got too much style
Designer or not, I just pulled your b!tch with no line-up and Crocs
Where I'm from, fiends line up for rocks
Young n!ggas line up for Glocks
Talk sl!ck, one shot, aw sh!t, forensics outlining your socks
Poor decision, mortician alpining your box
Raw pitching, court vision, dishing pounds on the block
You think you 'bout to get this sh!t over-the-counter? You're not
Ain't no prescription for this sh!t, you can't just dial up the doc'
My n!gga wicked with the wrist, he whipped it out of a pot
From a powder to rock solid, then count up the profits
You ain't gotta sell that sh!t no more, I got it on lock, I told you

[Interlude: J. Cole]
Woo
Oh, sh!t, n!gga

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot
Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock
Shout to Ryan Coog', that sh!t was scary to view
'Cause a n!gga's worst fear is getting stopped by the wrong cop, uh
Or getting shot on his own block
That's why n!ggas keep the chrome cocked, my palms cocked
Homes in three different timezones, it don't stop
Olympic-level diving, b!tch, I promise I won't flop, uh
This how it feel to be on top
I used to see fiends looking for crack like they phone dropped
So f**k what you talking 'bout
I aimed for the stars and hit, sh!t was a long shot
I'm tryna get more bread than Patrick Mahomes got
Short-term vision ain't gone get you the long yachts
'Ville n!gga, used to cash my check at the pawn shop
My second worst fear is sticking d!ck in the wrong thot
'Cause child support supervision is gone knock
It's crystal clear, b!tch, I got the vision y'all don't got

[Interlude: Cam'ron & J. Cole]
Yes (Stupid), yes (Killa, Killa)
Here we go
I'm ready, I'm ready (Uh)
Been ready, let's go (Look)

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
Homie thought he caught him a killer, I intercepted her (Swish)
Deceptive, not at all, I wasn't with disrespecting her
But I stood my ground, I wasn't with all the begging her
Know that I'm flee and nothing I do is regular (Matter fact)
Matter fact, do you regular on the regular
With the trappers, robbers, next day, at the senator's (True)
But what to do with us? (Us?), getting loot with us (Yes)
Then the coupe with us (What else?), then hit the stu' with us
You see my crew, boo? Yeah, it's only a few of us (True)
You getting money, honey? That'll make two of us (Woo)
Taking what I'm supposed to get, not all, most of it
Paper tags, popping tags, no tag, you know I'm it
I don't know if you people noticed it
But n!ggas had to give me six feet before the COVID hit (Swear they did)
Or you'll be six feet deep like when I load the clip (Baow)
Early bird, and the can of worms, you opened it (True)
Still hitting old girl (Girl), still make her toes curl (Curl)
Killa Cam and Cole World, y'all n!ggas ready? (Yes)