Hold on, hold on, hold on (it's Tekky) (WhyJay)
Ready for war, they wanna battle

If they wanna battle, I'm ready for war (woo)
I come from the struggle and love all the trouble, I've been here before
I'm done and I'm sick of the talk, with their smiling faces, not anymore (woo)
Yeah, kick in the door (kick in the door)
Been in the gutter, I come from the mud, I can give you a tour
If they wanna battle, I'm ready for war (I'm ready for war)
I come from the struggle and love all the trouble, I've been here before (yeah)
I'm done and I'm sick of the talk, with their smilin' faces, not anymore
Yeah, kick in the door (woop, woop) (kick in the door)
Been in the gutter, I come from the mud, I can give you a tour

If they wanna battle, I'm lettin' it loose
I've been the bigger man, they didn't give a damn
And I don't wanna call a truce (no way)
And they don't wanna hear the truth
They think it was luck that got me in the booth (ha)
'Cause I'm up, and I'm eatin' my fruits
And they didn't see the seeds or the bleedin'
Non-believin', underachievin'
See, I remember this time, I was flat on my arse
Mum lost the yard and I'm tryna graft
Studio was my time apart
I'd go bake off back at Muli's yard
Schemin' how we'd get our mulas up (uh)
Stupidness for a few quid more
Thank God everyday that music bussed
Think I ain't ready? You stupid cunt

If they wanna battle, I'm ready for war (woo)
I come from the struggle and love all the trouble, I've been here before (been here)
I'm done and I'm sick of the talk, with their smilin' faces, not anymore (woo)
Yeah, kick in the door (kick in the door)
Been in the gutter, I come from the mud, I can give you a tour
If they wanna battle, I'm ready for war
I come from the struggle and love all the trouble, I've been here before (yeah)
I'm done and I'm sick of the talk, with their smiling faces, not anymore
Yeah, kick in the door (woop, woop) (kick in the door)
Been in the gutter, I come from the mud, I can give you a tour

Yo, alright, I got sixteen, fifteen left
Armz Korleone when I lift these reps (whoosh)
Hard to moan when you live this blessed
Bro don't park the chrome, he just rips and press (bah, bah)
Swipe and go, I spend quids on creps
Multiply my dough when I flip this cheque
All I write 'bout's tits and sex
I'm surprised I ain't had no pickneys yet (ah)
Nah, I lied, these man are my yutes
Spit a line and fire up man in the booth
Bring the ride out, stand on the roof
Man tried but you just can't battle the truth (no way)
So my guys still savage a yute
It's not a music vid, they ain't plannin' a shoot (yeah)
If it happens, it happens, it's true, but- (woah)

If they wanna battle, I'm ready for war (woo)
I come from the struggle and love all the trouble, I've been here before (been here)
I'm done and I'm sick of the talk, with their smilin' faces, not anymore (woo)
Yeah, kick in the door (kick in the door)
Been in the gutter, I come from the mud, I can give you a tour
If they wanna battle, I'm ready for war
I come from the struggle and love all the trouble, I've been here before (yeah)
I'm done and I'm sick of the talk, with their smiling faces, not anymore
Yeah, kick in the door (woop, woop) (kick in the door)
Been in the gutter, I come from the mud, I can give you a tour

Ready for war, ready for war Writer/s: Harrison Armstrong, Jake Jones, Riley Davies, Taras Slusarenko
Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Sentric Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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