I'm trapped in a ward
Stabbed in my back
And you only would wait till I got to my lowest
I'm in this Bitch I'm equipped with a sword
Bet you ain't know I was ready for war
Bitch you need God in your life why you think I'm the one
That's gone cop you some Christian Dior
You so low down and you trif
Respect in your life is some shit that you cannot afford
Must've thought that my armor was weak
Bitch like what did you think
Boy you went took a risk on that bitch
Now I gotta put my wrist in the sink
I fell asleep with this money
Woke up and it's real I thank God that it wasn't a dream
I got my eyes on the prize and I'm watching my six
So you know that I see everything
This shit fire I can't show no Mercy
Tryna make you a statement and don't got no purpose
Ten out of ten of these hoes see I'm working
Nine out of ten getting hit I'm still perfect
Run to the money no caution it's urgent
I went the highway and niggas still merging
Pick up the sack now I carry a burden
Took a trip now I'm back I admit I was learning
They said this shit on the floor
I had to get up and get it
That cash in my face I was blind to your ways
Get the f*ck out my face I admit it
I got a 45 on my waist and it's aimed at your heart
Need a 30 clip in it extended
And no I'm not extra as f*ck I'm just readying up
To prepare for the war that you bringing
I'm trapped in a ward
Stabbed in my back
And you only would wait till I got to my lowest
I'm in this Bitch I'm equipped with a sword
Bet you ain't know I was ready for war
Bitch you need God in your life why you think I'm the one
That's gone cop you some Christian Dior
You so low down and you trif
Respect in your life is some shit that you cannot afford
Must've thought that my armor was weak
Bitch like what did you think
Boy you went took a risk on that bitch
Now I gotta put my wrist in the sink
I fell asleep with this money
Woke up and it's real I thank God that it wasn't a dream
I got my eyes on the prize and I'm watching my six
So you know that I see everything
Chin - Ready for War (Letter To My Ex!) Lyrics
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I'm trapped in a ward
Stabbed in my back
And you only would wait till I got to my lowest
I'm in this Bitch I'm equipped with a sword
Bet you ain't know I was ready for war
Bitch you need God in your life why you think I'm the one
That's gone cop you some Christian Dior
You so low down and you trif
Respect in your life is some shit that you cannot afford
Must've thought that my armor was weak
Bitch like what did you think
Boy you went took a risk on that bitch
Now I gotta put my wrist in the sink
I fell asleep with this money
Woke up and it's real I thank God that it wasn't a dream
I got my eyes on the prize and I'm watching my six
So you know that I see everything
This shit fire I can't show no Mercy
Tryna make you a statement and don't got no purpose
Ten out of ten of these hoes see I'm working
Nine out of ten getting hit I'm still perfect
Run to the money no caution it's urgent
I went the highway and niggas still merging
Pick up the sack now I carry a burden
Took a trip now I'm back I admit I was learning
They said this shit on the floor
I had to get up and get it
That cash in my face I was blind to your ways
Get the f*ck out my face I admit it
I got a 45 on my waist and it's aimed at your heart
Need a 30 clip in it extended
And no I'm not extra as f*ck I'm just readying up
To prepare for the war that you bringing
I'm trapped in a ward
Stabbed in my back
And you only would wait till I got to my lowest
I'm in this Bitch I'm equipped with a sword
Bet you ain't know I was ready for war
Bitch you need God in your life why you think I'm the one
That's gone cop you some Christian Dior
You so low down and you trif
Respect in your life is some shit that you cannot afford
Must've thought that my armor was weak
Bitch like what did you think
Boy you went took a risk on that bitch
Now I gotta put my wrist in the sink
I fell asleep with this money
Woke up and it's real I thank God that it wasn't a dream
I got my eyes on the prize and I'm watching my six
So you know that I see everything
Stabbed in my back
And you only would wait till I got to my lowest
I'm in this Bitch I'm equipped with a sword
Bet you ain't know I was ready for war
Bitch you need God in your life why you think I'm the one
That's gone cop you some Christian Dior
You so low down and you trif
Respect in your life is some shit that you cannot afford
Must've thought that my armor was weak
Bitch like what did you think
Boy you went took a risk on that bitch
Now I gotta put my wrist in the sink
I fell asleep with this money
Woke up and it's real I thank God that it wasn't a dream
I got my eyes on the prize and I'm watching my six
So you know that I see everything
This shit fire I can't show no Mercy
Tryna make you a statement and don't got no purpose
Ten out of ten of these hoes see I'm working
Nine out of ten getting hit I'm still perfect
Run to the money no caution it's urgent
I went the highway and niggas still merging
Pick up the sack now I carry a burden
Took a trip now I'm back I admit I was learning
They said this shit on the floor
I had to get up and get it
That cash in my face I was blind to your ways
Get the f*ck out my face I admit it
I got a 45 on my waist and it's aimed at your heart
Need a 30 clip in it extended
And no I'm not extra as f*ck I'm just readying up
To prepare for the war that you bringing
I'm trapped in a ward
Stabbed in my back
And you only would wait till I got to my lowest
I'm in this Bitch I'm equipped with a sword
Bet you ain't know I was ready for war
Bitch you need God in your life why you think I'm the one
That's gone cop you some Christian Dior
You so low down and you trif
Respect in your life is some shit that you cannot afford
Must've thought that my armor was weak
Bitch like what did you think
Boy you went took a risk on that bitch
Now I gotta put my wrist in the sink
I fell asleep with this money
Woke up and it's real I thank God that it wasn't a dream
I got my eyes on the prize and I'm watching my six
So you know that I see everything
Writer: HBK CHING, Torrey Lewis
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