BROCKHAMPTON - READY FOR WAR lyrics
[BROCKHAMPTON - READY FOR WAR lyrics]
Baby child lift your head and free your mind
Open up your eyes
And you'll find you will fly
Just smile sometime
Welcome to the real world
Everybody pray for peace when they
Don't have the power
A disconnect of intellect
Know some people packing straps
You could call 'em cowards
The realest Gs I ever met
Not on the gangster shit
Not on the paper shit
Just on that have to provide
For my kids and shit
There's blood on the streets
And if I had a dream, I would do anything
I make mistakes the shit that you hear about
Ain't just in movies
Dog, I've seen some shit
Bag 'em up in body bags
Zip 'em up and send 'em away from the kids
I know good felons, good drug dealers
Good people bad system, bad people
With power if you gotta dream and you
Know what that means
You can do anything, just make a change
Sometimes I think back to
The ninth-grade campus
When that white boy made fun of my lips
I should've thrown a tantrum
But I remained cool 'cause he
Was way too handsome
Now I'm out in Beverly Hills using
A mansion as my canvas
I bought a helicopter
Threw that bitch on stage
RCA gave us money, we ain't throw it away
We took that shit, we flipped that shit
We made this company pop they like me
I want 'em to love me
Like them niggas love Pac
I'm De La Soul meets Tribe Called Quest
Meets Oasis inside a G-Unit vest
I moved way out to the Westside
But still got the South in my heart
They murdered Selena
Now them niggas looking for God
Dressed like a soldier, told ya
They don't know who we are
My vest is on, let 'em know we ready for war
In the club with my boyfriend
We paranoid 'cause, we might get popped
'Cause a nigga on some bullshit
Why you wanna hate me now or ask
The skies to lay me down?
I hear my brother praying now
I really need an angel now
Some type of holy savior
Ayo, Dad, I need me a favor, could
You pick me up later, later, later?
I've been exploring through the Joyful
The Sorrowful and Glorious Mysteries
Historians romanticize notorious victories
The visions say the scorpion was
Born as a centipede
That partnered with the succulents
To poison their enemies
I tap in time like telegrams with telepathy
To share the bare necessities
Of all my discrepancies
Can't save my Macbook pages
Spillin' onto the melody
'Cause the margins 'round the pen
Couldn't keep up with my head again, uh
I kept that devil in my
Sights to never fall behind
That's how we always stay ahead
The flaw of my design
The higher that you climb
The more destructive your decline
I’m well aware that all this
Didn’t have to quantify so tell me if you
Really think it's unrealistic
Here at this point for me to
Not prepare and arm our district
They shouting, "Hands up
" while they deploying their ballistics
We shouting, "Hands up
" and kids who need it go ballistic
The difference in our League
Of Extraordinary Minorities
Against the identity, representing authority
Move between 'em accordingly
And clutch my rosaries
Before they try and send the lord for me
That's more for me
That's when the forerunners told me:
"This is not your speed!"
While they repeated their beliefs
From the Apostle's Creed
The most consistency I found in life
Has never come from people
Still looking for an equal
Nobody will believe you
God ain't give me a penny
I made a million dollars
I got a thug for a father so
I took care of my mother
God threw me in fire
I walked out with my brothers
You know the Shadow of Death?
I was born in the valley
But now I live in The Valley
God gave me a house, God gave me depression
God gave us life
But we ain't know it was cursed
I was hurt as a child
You know I still deal with it
Now I'm a grown-ass man
With immature-ass feelings
All I wanted was money
Just to get it and spend it
On strippers and weed
I ain't skip on the liquor
I can't talk to my niggas 'cause
If I say it, it's real
And I ain't ready to face it
I've been flirtin' with Satan
I've been flirtin' with women that like
To dance when they naked
And I throw all of my dollars
I throw all of my problems
To the back of my throat
With weed smoke and klonopin
I'm ashamed of myself about three days ago
I planned on killing myself
But I'm still here breathin'
You know I'm still here screamin'
Screamin', "Fuck that shit
" we signed for fifteen million
And I almost missed it
I know that y'all niggas hear me
And if I'm alive will you still carry me?
When I fall let the hope and the joy
Rain down on me rain down on me (O oh)
Raise me up carry, carry, carry me
Open up your eyes
And you'll find you will fly
Just smile sometime
Welcome to the real world
Everybody pray for peace when they
Don't have the power
A disconnect of intellect
Know some people packing straps
You could call 'em cowards
The realest Gs I ever met
Not on the gangster shit
Not on the paper shit
Just on that have to provide
For my kids and shit
There's blood on the streets
And if I had a dream, I would do anything
I make mistakes the shit that you hear about
Ain't just in movies
Dog, I've seen some shit
Bag 'em up in body bags
Zip 'em up and send 'em away from the kids
I know good felons, good drug dealers
Good people bad system, bad people
With power if you gotta dream and you
Know what that means
You can do anything, just make a change
Sometimes I think back to
The ninth-grade campus
When that white boy made fun of my lips
I should've thrown a tantrum
But I remained cool 'cause he
Was way too handsome
Now I'm out in Beverly Hills using
A mansion as my canvas
I bought a helicopter
Threw that bitch on stage
RCA gave us money, we ain't throw it away
We took that shit, we flipped that shit
We made this company pop they like me
I want 'em to love me
Like them niggas love Pac
I'm De La Soul meets Tribe Called Quest
Meets Oasis inside a G-Unit vest
I moved way out to the Westside
But still got the South in my heart
They murdered Selena
Now them niggas looking for God
Dressed like a soldier, told ya
They don't know who we are
My vest is on, let 'em know we ready for war
In the club with my boyfriend
We paranoid 'cause, we might get popped
'Cause a nigga on some bullshit
Why you wanna hate me now or ask
The skies to lay me down?
I hear my brother praying now
I really need an angel now
Some type of holy savior
Ayo, Dad, I need me a favor, could
You pick me up later, later, later?
I've been exploring through the Joyful
The Sorrowful and Glorious Mysteries
Historians romanticize notorious victories
The visions say the scorpion was
Born as a centipede
That partnered with the succulents
To poison their enemies
I tap in time like telegrams with telepathy
To share the bare necessities
Of all my discrepancies
Can't save my Macbook pages
Spillin' onto the melody
'Cause the margins 'round the pen
Couldn't keep up with my head again, uh
I kept that devil in my
Sights to never fall behind
That's how we always stay ahead
The flaw of my design
The higher that you climb
The more destructive your decline
I’m well aware that all this
Didn’t have to quantify so tell me if you
Really think it's unrealistic
Here at this point for me to
Not prepare and arm our district
They shouting, "Hands up
" while they deploying their ballistics
We shouting, "Hands up
" and kids who need it go ballistic
The difference in our League
Of Extraordinary Minorities
Against the identity, representing authority
Move between 'em accordingly
And clutch my rosaries
Before they try and send the lord for me
That's more for me
That's when the forerunners told me:
"This is not your speed!"
While they repeated their beliefs
From the Apostle's Creed
The most consistency I found in life
Has never come from people
Still looking for an equal
Nobody will believe you
God ain't give me a penny
I made a million dollars
I got a thug for a father so
I took care of my mother
God threw me in fire
I walked out with my brothers
You know the Shadow of Death?
I was born in the valley
But now I live in The Valley
God gave me a house, God gave me depression
God gave us life
But we ain't know it was cursed
I was hurt as a child
You know I still deal with it
Now I'm a grown-ass man
With immature-ass feelings
All I wanted was money
Just to get it and spend it
On strippers and weed
I ain't skip on the liquor
I can't talk to my niggas 'cause
If I say it, it's real
And I ain't ready to face it
I've been flirtin' with Satan
I've been flirtin' with women that like
To dance when they naked
And I throw all of my dollars
I throw all of my problems
To the back of my throat
With weed smoke and klonopin
I'm ashamed of myself about three days ago
I planned on killing myself
But I'm still here breathin'
You know I'm still here screamin'
Screamin', "Fuck that shit
" we signed for fifteen million
And I almost missed it
I know that y'all niggas hear me
And if I'm alive will you still carry me?
When I fall let the hope and the joy
Rain down on me rain down on me (O oh)
Raise me up carry, carry, carry me