GiT Ready Lyrics by Nas & DJ Premier
Git ready
Yo, Preem, give me that turnaround
Yeah, that’s it
Jesus, the king out of Queensbridge, at-ease us with your lyrical thesis
Me, just chillin’, buildings, *** ceilings, billions of my vision
Please, I’m from the peas, VVS on freeze, [?]
Esco-Pablo, silked out in Cabo, the prettiest, ***-tech like Nvidia
Just that smart, I know a little ’bout a lot
When you come from less, you learn particular plots
From whippin’ ’em pots, checkin’ in on parlays
A parfait’s how my days start, we on player ***
Dinners [?], we leavin’ big tips, I taught some of y’all how to eat
But I won’t trip, taught some of y’all how to dress, but some of y’all still a mess
Serial investors, serial killer threats, turn Ether to Etherium, y’all wanna bet?
I got a crypto kid, come with a password
Then I flipped that key, the digital cash work
But then I get bored of that, it’s too small, I’m off of that
Cigars on the roof now, midtown where the authors at
Mr. Crypto, currency, scarface, pay that *** his chips (Yeah)
I lay criminal lines down over more bass
The boom, the bip, the boom-bip
Mr. Crypto, currency, scarface, pay that *** his chips (Yeah)
I lay down digital lines over more bass (Woah, woah)
Think it’s a shame, these kids, they see no freakniks
D.C. Howard homecomings and wild weekends
Youngsters said, when I’m grown, I’m comin’
Then got grown, start clubbin’, and doin’ drugs we wasn’t
When I was young, I only wanted Moët
I only saw the next ten minutes, ADHD, I guess
Things unchanged, now I wanna add a extra zero, be the hood hero
Turbo Maybach, V12, go zero-to-sixty in less than four seconds
We move no less than four weapons (Pow-pow)
This ain’t no contract killers, this ain’t the drug trade (Uh)
No chainsaws, *** wars, no blood stains
I’m from the block with a chain, this the new blockchain
But my portfolio is many things, from quantum computing
To biotech ’cause it’s life improvin’, degradable plastic trash removin’
And when the market is down, it’s like the hustle when no Pope is around
Your palms itch when opportunity’s found
It’s Mr. Crypto, currency, scarface, pay that *** his chips (Yeah)
I lay criminal lines down over more bass
The boom, the bip, the boom-bip
Mr. Crypto, currency, scarface, pay that *** his chips (Yeah)
I lay down digital lines over more bass (Woah, woah)
