Ready for War Video (MV)

You ready?
All right, let's get it.
Ready for war, military minded, I'm a young soldier.
If you don't feel it in the air, you need to come closer.
I got dreams of being better than a young hover.
But where I'm from, meaning your family give you cold shoulders.
They put your dreams in the back seat until somebody open the door and notice you're not
Your family.
They need to cool it with their fake love.
I was raised by real killers and drug dealers, not fake thoughts.
I ain't political, but my man get lyrical.
I ain't political, but my man get lyrical.
I ain't political, but my man get lyrical.
I ain't political, but my man get lyrical.
I ain't political, but my man get lyrical.
I ain't political, but my man get lyrical.
We could be shoulder to shoulder, but I ain't feelin' you.
We could be face to face, but I ain't hearing you.
I'm hittin' point blank range, so I ain't missing you.
I done seen a lot of lame shit.
Two niggas getting killed over the same bitch.
Everybody scream the same thing.
From my hood to your hood, we screamin' gang, gang, yeah.
I'm waiting for you to change, homie.
Like everybody in my past, you ain't the same, homie.
Niggas started acting different when I put them chains on me.
Got a little money in them bitches and that fame on me.
Now I walk around paranoid, clutching heavy, cause if he acting flaky, he getting buried.
I'm from the city, ain't no bitch and I ain't scary.
It's kinda odd when you ain't got your parents, ain't no fairies.
Ready for war, kick down the door, shoot.
Put your mask on, lace up your boots.
F*ck the other side, cause they know that we the truth.
And bitch, we run the whole city, you can see the proof.
And we done lost some brothers on this road.
That's why my brother walk around with a dirty pole, whoa.
And I can't tell him shit, that's just how we was raised.
F*ck bitches getting money, we straight.
Who you gonna run to when the sun goes down?
Dead bodies, mama crying, don't come around.
Pay attention, nigga, step it up.
And if your friend envy you, that boy might set you up.
Like a pool, they might wet you up.
F*ck, nigga, what you flexing for?
And you better keep your head on a swivel.
Cause they might just try to kill you.
Ready for war, military-minded, I'm a young soldier.
If you don't feel it in the air, you need to come closer.
I got dreams of being better than a young hover.
But where I'm from, even your family give you cold shoulders.
They put your dreams in the back seat until somebody open the door
And notice you're not your family.
They need to cool it with their fake love.
I was raised by real killers and drug dealers, not fake thugs.
I ain't political, but mama actin' lyrical.
We could be shoulder to shoulder, but I ain't feeling you.
We could be face to face, but I ain't hearing you.
I'm hitting point-blank brains, so I ain't missing you.
And I done seen a lot of lame shit.
Like two niggas getting killed over the same bitch, yeah.
And everybody scream the same thing.
From my hood to your hood, we screaming gang, gang, yeah.
Dirty clip, drop his whip, whoa.
It ain't no cheat codes, got a lot of bullets, let's reload.
We treat the jets like the stores we never closed.
Before football, I seen weed, bass, and blow.
And I'm going to war for all my brothers, that's some real shit.
And if you wasn't in them trenches, you won't feel this.
Just treat his head like a tool and hit the kill switch.
You'll give a nigga everything and he'll still switch.
Major smoke, but this nigga I went to school with.
Can't let him kill me, cause my mama ain't have two kids.
Go to Boston at his top like he got two lids.
Catch a body, don't show my teeth like I'm toothless.
Ice Cube, ECE, we so ruthless.
These ain't no Nikes on my feet, so you can't do this.
And I won't change up on my brothers, that's a no-no.
And I still got the M16 by the front door, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, ready for war, run down, shoot.
You catch old mans, you know just what to do.
You catch old mans, you know just what to do.