2|2 MNY - Finish Him (Ready, Aim, Fire)

This is the main event
Uh huh
Ye ye ye
Oh weee
Yea
Talk to em kid
Drop this at night like it's bat shit
Cause I'm still in the dirt no casket
Looking at the numbers and the stats lit
So I'ma need a plus one like a pat kick
Farewell four-five get a fact check
Here four years ain't heard a fact yet
New tomorrow with Kamala first black chick VP
So DT can go swallow fat dick
Shit... Better grind and adjust
Last year put a nigga mind to the test
Like good game put a nigga dime to the test
Like good sex put a spine to the test
I manifest word to Buddha shout to Solo
Never thought I'd see the day I grow a nappy fro though
Thrones Unknown got the dough got the logo
And a flow and a beat to make you bounce like a pogo
Oh no third eye locked onto Kemet
Enter hi-hats make a real nigga grimace
Don't beat around the bush got hedges nigga trim it
But I'll eat around the bush if she make that ass shimmy
Skim it rim it push it to the limit
Take a few steps tryna travel fuck a pivot
Truly inspired so I've never had to mimic
Tapping out bars while your double-tap an image dem
Finish Him
Y'all done done it this time
This gon be the last time
Step in like you big time
Left you in the pastime
Y'all done done it this time
This gon be the last time
Step in like you big time
You dun lost damn mind
Locked and loaded deadly focus
Every shot is clean
Rock and rollin close in hold em
Hands where I can see
Ready Aim Fire
Ready Aim Fire
Locked and loaded deadly focus
Every shot is clean
Bounty on they heads
And we unplugging they machine
Ready Aim Fire
Ready Aim Fire
Fire
I am one with the force and the force is with me
Legendary stoop kid like the porch is with me
I bet I might probably have a fourth go in me
If her face pretty and her torso bendy
Arch that back back woman
Spicy with the love she can call me ground cumin
Ottoman to the wall now she on the ground cummin
Woulda thought it was a flood all the water that she dumping
Like how sway?
I dun flew from LA to NY
Got some neck and some thigh and respect that's a mild day
The way I hop on this beat
And I'm bouncing and bouncing around
To the sound like it's child's play
You know I know a nigga
Who will put a nigga deep in the ground
In the fields where the Cow's graze
Crazy
Won't even flinch at a nowadays
Deep scars of the wild days
Of the wild days
Of the wild days
Of the wild days
Of the wild days
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Locked and loaded deadly focus
Every shot is clean
Rock and rollin' close in hold 'em
Hands where I can see
Ready Aim Fire
Ready Aim Fire
Locked and loaded deadly focus
Every shot is clean
Bounty on they heads
And we unplugging they machine
Ready Aim Fire
Ready Aim Fire
Fire

Written by:
James Barmore, Markus Shields

Publisher:
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