Was independent, my **** got major business
We in the building, my ****, not just some tenants
You just a sensitive ****, still in his feelings
You bit the image, my ****, I had to switch it, uh
First you stole my flow, so I stole yo' bitch
I can't trust a soul, just my pole and my kids
Swear to never lie, cross my heart, hope to die, uh
Then I sold the switch, then I hit it with a kiss, mwah
All-red Mary Janes just to match the 'Rari paint
Been shittin' on everything, wasn't even potty-trained
**** gettin' BBLs, lucky we don't body shame
Throwin' dirt on Rocky name, turn around and copy game (Ready made, ready made)
Peace homes, black on black, P. Stone
Black onyx, black diamonds shinin', black jeans on
All-black Chrome, black whip, black iPhone
Black hoodie, Black boy don't dance, mostly gangster boogie
Stole my flow, so I stole yo' bitch (Bitch)
If you stole my style, I need at least like ten percent
With all due disrespect, I hope you take offense
I'ma leave my print and I won't leave you— (Ready made, ready made)
Was independent, my **** got major business
We in the building, my ****, not just some tenants
You just a sensitive ****, still in his feelings
You bit the image, my ****, I had to switch it, uh (Ready made, ready made)
First you was my bro, pussy **** switched
Turned into a opp, fuck his block, he a bitch, boy
Just might pull up to yo' crib, spin it like the rent, uh
Spend it like the time that you ain't spendin' with yo' kids (Ready made, ready made)
We take these boys to school, they try to Columbine ya (Yeah)
Word to Tyler, we see you bomb like Oppenheimer (Yeah)
Couple milli' just to rock at a fuckin' concert (Yeah)
Headliner, bottom line, I'm 'bout my dollar (Yeah, ready made, ready made)
They say, "Flacko, where you been? Feel like you deprived us" (Yeah)
Only goat with a llama, friendly reminder (Yeah)
Our Father, I pray to always strive and prosper (Yeah)
Now I'm a father, my bitch badder than my toddler (Yeah, ready made, ready made)
My baby mama Rihanna, so we unbothered (Yeah, woo, woo)
Hip-hop is my house, welcome to mi casa, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Take me back to the days in the club (Yeah)
When your boys gotta hold you up while she dutty wine ya (Yeah)
First you stole my flow, so I stole yo' bitch
I can't trust a soul, just my pole and my kid
Swear to never lie, right hand up to God
Then I sold the switch, then I hit it with a kiss, mwah
First you stole my flow, so I stole yo' bitch
If you stole my style, I need at least like ten percent
With all due disrespect, I hope you take offense
I'ma leave my print, and I won't leave you— (Ready made, ready made)
The rest of you motherfuckers, just sit back and wait
Quit actin' like groupies and shit
Wanna be like me so motherfuckin' bad
So when a man can tell me about handlin' business, bein' about it
Makin' his money and still doin' what the fuck he wanna do
Then you can come up here and tell me some shit
****, I'm just here to tell you stories, that's it
I ain't gotta explain to you motherfuckers every single little detail
And why and where and which and why
And all this shit about all, every last decision in my motherfuckin' life
I don't owe you shit

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Brandon Banner & Kelvin J N Magnusen.