Ready for it
I'm ready for it
Yeah
Ah

East-side nigga with the feets high nigga
With that Lisa
Talking about that Lisa nigga
With that Westside nigga
With that Eastside
That dance, uh

Your eyes speak the truth with everything else, lies
They pretend we can but the vibes don't fly, bruh
I survived reading guys like you
I'm surprised y'all think you can disguise y'all truths
I seen eyes wide as they about to shoot
You can be a hairpin off and you can trigger your roots
I wave to these haters, don't give me dap
You know the world can see just how phony you act, bruh
Y'all body language is all remedial
How could you see the difference between you and I?
My crash course was much tougher
Around friends who kill they friends
Then hug they friends' mothers
And show up at the funeral, complete with blank stares
Invisible ink, I had to read things that wasn't there
Memories may sneak down my cheek
But I could see a side eye in my sleep

Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void
Eyes open them up, take off the coins
Still stinging from tears, they try to see you
I'm ready for earth, ready for real
Solipsistic admit it, I see you there
So it seems, so you seem
I can't tell if your image is just a flare
In my dreams, in my dreams

I sat down with Prince, eye to eye
He told me his wishes before he died
Now, Londell McMillan, he must be color blind
They only see green from them purple eyes
They eyes hide, they eyes high
My eyes wide shut to all the lies
These industry niggas, they always been fishy
But ain't no Biggie, no lazy eye, huh
This guy had 'Slave' on his face
You think he wanted the masters with his masters?
You greedy bastards sold tickets to walk through his house
I'm surprised you ain't auction off the casket
Don't big bro me, don't big homie
I've seen pure admiration become rivals
I've been to Paris at least two times
I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a eyeful

Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void
Eyes open them up, take off the coins
Still stinging from tears, they try to see you
I'm ready for earth, ready for real
Solipsistic admit it, I see you there
So it seems, so you seem
I can't tell if your image is just a flare
In my dreams, in my dreams

Hoping I can touch what I feel (hoping, what)
I've been ready for this for real
Hoping I can touch what I see (hoping, what)
'Cause I've been ready for you, for real

Look, you've done enough
Have you no sense of decency, sir?
At long last, have you left no sense of decency?

East-side nigga with the feets high nigga (hoping I can touch what I feel)
With that Lisa
Talking about that Lisa nigga (I've been ready for this for real)
With that Westside nigga
With that Eastside, uh Writer/s: Christopher Francis Ocean, Ernest Dion Wilson, Randy Newman, Shawn C. Carter
Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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