READY TO DIE (Hitman response) Lyrics – YG

Read the full READY TO DIE (Hitman response) lyrics by YG from the album The Gentlemen’s Club along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Yg’s music, you can also explore WRITING MY WRONGS and DINNER DATES & HEART BREAKS, two other songs by Yg.

[Intro]
On the path of becoming something new
The toughest opponent isn’t your opposite
If you look closely
It’s a man that looks exactly like you

[Verse 1]
Self told me I am too tough, plus my energy is too much
‘Cause when I walk in the room, they feel like Pooh buzz
All eyes on me and I ain’t do much really
It’s probably ’cause my confidence is too up
Give two fu*ks, no the fu*k I don’t
Fu*k it, beefing with self, with all the smoke
The dark side of life, it brings me hope
That all my opps hit the pen’ and drop the soap
That’s the part of me that sеlf don’t want
But the slime in me thinks sеlf’s a joke
B!tch, I’m armed and dangerous, knives with scopes
That’s what make me me, it’s all I know
Self, I see you as a b!tch
You on my list of n!ggas that ain’t s*it
Self, I see you as a b!tch
You hide the hitman and he ain’t do the hit

[Chorus]
Many men want me unalive
Ain’t no biggie, I ain’t ready to die
Ain’t no biggie, I ain’t ready to die
Ain’t no biggie, I ain’t ready to die
Many men want me unalive
Ain’t no biggie, I ain’t ready to die
Ain’t no biggie, I ain’t ready to die
Ain’t no biggie, I ain’t ready to die

[Verse 2]
What type n!gga look himself in the eyes
And tell self he want himself to die?

Like what disease he infected by?
Like what religion he protected by?
Can’t be mine, fu*k it, it’s war, let’s up the score
He gon’ wish the hitman got me some songs ago
I’ma get up on him, I know I own the lo’
Soft-ass n!gga, you Pillsbury dough
Killing me? What you think gon’ be the outcome?
Killing me? The breadwinner, how dumb
Killing me? You should think about some
Killing me? N!gga, you killing the alpha
But fu*k it, I’m strapped, I’m on the way
Just pulled up to the crib behind the gate
Security let me in ’cause it’s me, they know my face
Caught his ass slipping, hello, here go your fate

[Chorus]
Many men want me unalive
Ain’t no biggie, I ain’t ready to die
Ain’t no biggie, I ain’t ready to die
Ain’t no biggie, I ain’t ready to die
Many men want me unalive
Ain’t no biggie, I ain’t ready to die
Ain’t no biggie, I ain’t ready to die
Ain’t no biggie, I ain’t ready to die

[Verse 3]
Firing shots at him, but I missed
Firing shots at him, damn, this n!gga quick
Realize I’m shooting at myself, this a twist
Yeah, self, ’cause you done tried to send a hit
Yeah, I tried, but that hitman was a b!tch
Well, I hope he ran off with your chip
See, that’s your problem, naw, n!gga, that’s your problem
Okay, awesome, n!gga, where we going from this?
Tell me your reason on why you wanted me gone
And I just might stop squeezing the chrome
Hurry, please, better make this s*it good
Until then, I got it pointed at your dome
Self was like, “You wrong, you crash-out prone”
In them streets strong with them kids at your home
You blessed, but yet the s*it you shown
Is how you always rep the set, but ain’t you grown?
And when it come to death, you ain’t ready
But your ashes speak loud and they heavy
Lashing out, crashing out, you do it steady
So how you ain’t ready when crashing out deadly
You talk all this high power tough s*it
With friends in the gym on some getting buff s*it
I question why you drink so much liquor
You probably dealing with some s*it you can’t put up with
I think you put up this guard to hide the truth
I think it’s things you hide inside of you
I think it’s time we dive in, find the root
I think it’s time you finally got the youth
Stop doing what the typical guys’d do
Start speaking your emotion, your time is due
Ayy, self, this is me, come find, it’s cool
Look inwards, fu*k the pride in you