K-Rino - You Think You Ready lyrics
[K-Rino - You Think You Ready lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause, I'm bout to be just like him
I'm bout to get in the Rap Game
I'ma have me a car, I'ma have them rims
Have them rings he got, them diamonds
Women around him just like he got
I'm about to do the same thing
He do blow up overnight
Blow up overnight? Boy
Hey man the game don't work
Like that for real
There's a lot to this game
That you don't understand
I've been in this game a long time
Let me educate you
You ain't ready, you ain't ready
You ain't ready, you ain't ready
You ain't ready, you ain't ready
It's real out here
This game ain't what you think it is dude
It's so deep you ready to grind all day and
Night and get no sleep?
Push from the ground up to
Make your city proud
Rock the stage with only 10 or
12 people in the crowd
Stay true and do things that
Other artists wouldn't even do
Deal with family members and friends
Who don't believe you
Practice with all your might to
Make your lyrics tight
Work on one verse a whole night
Just to get it right
All the ups and the downs
The frustration and the stressing
Bad promo investments, long studio sessions
You ready for them tough shows
And hating crowd tripping?
What about when the mic goes out
Or your CD starts skipping?
Jealous and lazy rappers in your
Clique mad because you hot
Holding the group back because they ain't
Got the drive you got
How you gon' to feel when it
Goes to happiness to not fun
Tryna hustle CDs and nobody will buy one
You think you ready for this grind boy?
(You ain't ready)
Ready to put all that time boy? (Hell naw)
You think the game is all pretty and sweet
It ain't nothing like that fake
Sh' you see on TV
You think you ready for the game fool?
(He ain't ready)
The disappointments and pain fool? (Hell naw)
You think the game is all pretty and sweet
It ain't nothing like that fake
Sh' you see on TV
What's gon' happen when you dropped the
Best song you ever made?
And the DJ tell you
You got to pay him to get it played
When you getting a few shows
And you still ain't ahead
And 30 club promoters tryna cheat
You out your bread
Are you mentally prepared for what
You plan on pursuing?
Are you strong enough to handle
If the crowd starts booing?
This ain't a joke
Sooner than later you'll realize
You're putting yourself out there for
The world to criticize
Can you handle the pressure that
Comes with being an artist?
Reading internet comments about how
Your album is garbage
You ready to hit the road for
Two months to push a record?
Signing a contract before you let
Your lawyer check it?
Cats bootlegging your CD's at
The hood corner stores
Somebody with no talent getting
Rich off yours
Are you ready for that deal that's
Going to get you some juice
And not even owning the songs
That you wrote and produced
You think you ready for this grind boy?
(You ain't ready)
Ready to put all that time boy? (Hell naw)
You think the game is all pretty and sweet
It ain't nothing like that fake
Sh' you see on TV
You think you ready for the game fool?
(He ain't ready)
The disappointments and pain fool? (Hell naw)
You think the game is all pretty and sweet
It ain't nothing like that fake
Sh' you see on TV
Are you ready for that quick fame
That comes up on you?
Fans who love you one year
But next year turn on you
All them blood sucking friends tryna
Use and leech ya
People hitting you up wanting
Free shows and features
When the hood tell you you capping
And you no longer down
Can you not cheat on your
Woman when there's groupies around?
When your label tells you you're too hard
You're too strong
Are you ready to sell your soul
To make so some satanic songs?
What you gon' do when you're
Tired and fans approach you
Are you ready to take pictures
And sign thousands of posters
Take you a seat
This game was born in the streets
It ain't soft and sweet
Can you handle drama and beef?
What's gon' happen when there's no more
Cars and no more blinging?
When the girls stop screaming and
The phone stops ringing
You ready for this lifestyle
Or just blowing smoke
Selling a million records and
Still being broke
You think you ready for this grind boy?
(You ain't ready)
Ready to put all that time boy? (Hell naw)
You think the game is all pretty and sweet
It ain't nothing like that fake
Sh' you see on TV
You think you ready for the game fool?
(He ain't ready)
The disappointments and pain fool? (Hell naw)
You think the game is all pretty and sweet
It ain't nothing like that fake
Sh' you see on TV
Cause, I'm bout to be just like him
I'm bout to get in the Rap Game
I'ma have me a car, I'ma have them rims
Have them rings he got, them diamonds
Women around him just like he got
I'm about to do the same thing
He do blow up overnight
Blow up overnight? Boy
Hey man the game don't work
Like that for real
There's a lot to this game
That you don't understand
I've been in this game a long time
Let me educate you
You ain't ready, you ain't ready
You ain't ready, you ain't ready
You ain't ready, you ain't ready
It's real out here
This game ain't what you think it is dude
It's so deep you ready to grind all day and
Night and get no sleep?
Push from the ground up to
Make your city proud
Rock the stage with only 10 or
12 people in the crowd
Stay true and do things that
Other artists wouldn't even do
Deal with family members and friends
Who don't believe you
Practice with all your might to
Make your lyrics tight
Work on one verse a whole night
Just to get it right
All the ups and the downs
The frustration and the stressing
Bad promo investments, long studio sessions
You ready for them tough shows
And hating crowd tripping?
What about when the mic goes out
Or your CD starts skipping?
Jealous and lazy rappers in your
Clique mad because you hot
Holding the group back because they ain't
Got the drive you got
How you gon' to feel when it
Goes to happiness to not fun
Tryna hustle CDs and nobody will buy one
You think you ready for this grind boy?
(You ain't ready)
Ready to put all that time boy? (Hell naw)
You think the game is all pretty and sweet
It ain't nothing like that fake
Sh' you see on TV
You think you ready for the game fool?
(He ain't ready)
The disappointments and pain fool? (Hell naw)
You think the game is all pretty and sweet
It ain't nothing like that fake
Sh' you see on TV
What's gon' happen when you dropped the
Best song you ever made?
And the DJ tell you
You got to pay him to get it played
When you getting a few shows
And you still ain't ahead
And 30 club promoters tryna cheat
You out your bread
Are you mentally prepared for what
You plan on pursuing?
Are you strong enough to handle
If the crowd starts booing?
This ain't a joke
Sooner than later you'll realize
You're putting yourself out there for
The world to criticize
Can you handle the pressure that
Comes with being an artist?
Reading internet comments about how
Your album is garbage
You ready to hit the road for
Two months to push a record?
Signing a contract before you let
Your lawyer check it?
Cats bootlegging your CD's at
The hood corner stores
Somebody with no talent getting
Rich off yours
Are you ready for that deal that's
Going to get you some juice
And not even owning the songs
That you wrote and produced
You think you ready for this grind boy?
(You ain't ready)
Ready to put all that time boy? (Hell naw)
You think the game is all pretty and sweet
It ain't nothing like that fake
Sh' you see on TV
You think you ready for the game fool?
(He ain't ready)
The disappointments and pain fool? (Hell naw)
You think the game is all pretty and sweet
It ain't nothing like that fake
Sh' you see on TV
Are you ready for that quick fame
That comes up on you?
Fans who love you one year
But next year turn on you
All them blood sucking friends tryna
Use and leech ya
People hitting you up wanting
Free shows and features
When the hood tell you you capping
And you no longer down
Can you not cheat on your
Woman when there's groupies around?
When your label tells you you're too hard
You're too strong
Are you ready to sell your soul
To make so some satanic songs?
What you gon' do when you're
Tired and fans approach you
Are you ready to take pictures
And sign thousands of posters
Take you a seat
This game was born in the streets
It ain't soft and sweet
Can you handle drama and beef?
What's gon' happen when there's no more
Cars and no more blinging?
When the girls stop screaming and
The phone stops ringing
You ready for this lifestyle
Or just blowing smoke
Selling a million records and
Still being broke
You think you ready for this grind boy?
(You ain't ready)
Ready to put all that time boy? (Hell naw)
You think the game is all pretty and sweet
It ain't nothing like that fake
Sh' you see on TV
You think you ready for the game fool?
(He ain't ready)
The disappointments and pain fool? (Hell naw)
You think the game is all pretty and sweet
It ain't nothing like that fake
Sh' you see on TV
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