I′m ready, I'm ready, I′m ready, I'm ready

I'm ready, I′m ready, I′m ready

I'm ready, I′m ready

This sound like Mississippi sippy cup, daddy turn bibby up

Henny invented the catalyst for happiness in my cup

This sound like kiddies on the playground when mama was running up

Ooooooh, you about to get your ass beat

This sound like niggas complaining when their bitches like Raz-B

B2K in the stereo, we juke in the back seat

Or juke in the basement, in love with my KSWISS's

This feel like jumping in a pool and I′m knowing I can't swim

Ooooooh, you about to get your ass beat

For stealing that twenty dollars like "baby, just ask me"

Mama say she love, love, loved us

When the lights was off we had to stay with cousins

Granny at the BBQ with petty ass husband

Summertime, city life, Chi-town, my town, my town

After school matters like I′m needing that stipend right now

Kennicott parking lot got caught with the blunt like "wow wow"

Run, run, run, mama say come home before the streetlights do

Ice cream on my front porch in my new FUBU and my A1's too

Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop

This sound like growing out my clothes

With stars in my pocket, dreaming bout making my hood glow

This sound like every place I would go, if I could fly

This feel like every summertime

Fall asleep dreaming bout all the places I could go

And every one of them feels so close, still chasing time

And I am not a star

I am a meteor on a crash course towards Earth across the cosmos

Versus Perseus to the father

Of his birth to tell the truth, that I'm his real son

Get blocked, I′ma build one

Get blocked, I′ma build two

Hope that you see it's a staircase

Still pray for a fair day where they give a fair race to the [?]

And the dogons and the eses and the fair faced

Keith Ape tryna pill paint

Rainbows with a pink blue and a sea foam type of green hue

Make a clear space

Stop overreacting, it′s past my curfew I'm out after 6

Happily making my accident

Mama gon′ whoop on my ass again

Pray that I'm making my way before 8 and I might have to sneak in the back again

Hope that Memorial traffickin′

Hope that she stopping for gas again

Girl I just want to relax again

Pray you gon' bring that shit back again

Pray you gon' bring that shit back again

I know

Run, run, run, mama say come home before the streetlights do

Ice cream on my front porch in my new FUBU and my A1′s too

Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop

This sound like growing out my clothes

With stars in my pocket, dreaming bout making my hood grow

This sound like every place I would go, if I could fly

This feel like every summertime

Fall asleep dreaming bout all the places I could go

And every one of them feels so close, still chasing time

Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop

Watching my happy, watching my happy ooh ooh

Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop