Don Ready - Heavenly Poetry

Don ready stay ready yeah
Mr. Young greatness yeah yeah
Heavenly poetry
Devil ain't stoping nothing just annoying me
My team nice, I don't know why they still ignoring me
That's why hop on beats and treat some heat like it's some toiletry
Ironically I wrote this verse right from my toilet seat
Im guess that's where God been here anointing me
All of my failure is open doors to me
God been holding me up
And the spirit give me bouncy
Look, I got to get my mind cleared
Men live life and never understand the fear
My life is like a rainbow the end is never near
But only when the lights right will I ever reappear
I ain't gotta tell em' we on
Just gotta lead em' along
A lot of young greats wit no guidance
On phones and alone
Cost is to great to be stepping out
Got to feed em' at home
It's either me or a girls shirtless or twerking to they favorite song for real
And they just try to get a clear view
My olds gone but I'm still looking in the rearview
I grasp fast that my past crashed
I tried to brush it off but it still hurt my like a rear tooth
Catch that metaphor you'll realize that i learned something
Them scripts hit I got the power to discern something
Man they wanting me to snap Kevin Ware
Olivia Pope flow I ain't never unprepared so yeah
Yeah, I ain't never unprepared yeah
Cause I stay ready you know
Look, I'm on a heavenly rampage
Don't need fan page
Don't need a round of applause
My team still destined for the top like it's mayonnaise
It don't matter if we in between a rock and a hard place
Promise we cut for this and no I don't need no bandaids
Cause imma' let my heart bleed
Praying and picking the devils lock like I'm a car theft
Hop in the passenger, tossing Jesus the car keys
He gonna take the will put it in sport without the Cardi
Im just tryna' go where no one goes like it's Hardee's
I'm just tryna' fish for all the souls even the sardines
Most of these rappers fake and they play like they some barbies
One day he gonna call the class into session ain't no tardies
So I gotta give em' my best
Then I'ma give em' the rest
Been in the lab like Dex a animal
But in the end they gone call me a vet
I never need they respect
I never want no regrets
Im preaching Jesus until reaper comes and collects
Yeah, and he gone come and collect
For real
Don Ready

Written by:
Donovan Gary

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