You Think You Ready - K Rino

Yeah yeah yeah, cause I’m bout to be just like him

I’m bout to get in the Rap Game

I’ma have me a car, ima have them rims, have them rings he got, them diamonds,

women around him just like he got

I’m about to do the same thing he do blow up overnight

K Rino:

Blow up overnight?

Boy, hey mayne the game don’t work like that

There’s alot to this game that you don’t understand.

I’ve been in this game a

long time

Let me educate you

You ain’t ready

You ain’t ready

You ain’t ready

You ain’t ready

You ain’t ready

You ain’t ready

It’s real out here

This game ain’t what you think it is dude it’s so deep

You ready to grind all day and night and get no sleep?

Push from the ground up to make your city proud

Rock the stage with only 10 or 12 people in the crowd

Stay true and do things that other artists wouldn’t even do

Deal with family members and friends that don’t believe you

Practice with all your might to make your lyrics tight

Work on one verse a whole night just to get it right

All the ups and the downs the frustration and the stressing

Bad promo investments long studio sessions

You ready for them tough shows and hating crowd trippin'?

What about when the mic goes out and the CD starts skipping?

Jealous and lazy rappers in your clique mad because you hot

Holdin the group back because they ain’t got the drive you got

How you gon to feel when it goes to happiness to not fun

Trying to hustle CD’s and nobody will buy one

Hook:

You think you ready for this grind boy?

You ain’t ready

Ready to put all that time boy?

You ain’t ready

You think the game is all pretty and sweet

It ain’t nothing like that fake shit you see on TV

You think you ready for the game fool?

The disappointments and pain fool?

Hell naw!

You think the game is all pretty and sweet

It ain’t nothing like that fake shit you see on TV

What’s going to happen when you dropped the best song you ever made?

And the DJ tell you you got to pay him to get it played

When you gettin a few shows and you still ain’t ahead

And 30 club promoters trying to cheat you out your bread

Are you mentally prepared for what you plan on pursuing?

Are you strong enough to handle if the crowd starts boo-ing?

This ain’t a joke, sooner than later you’ll realize

You’re putting yourself out there for the world to criticize

Can you handle the pressure that comes from being an artist?

Reading internet comments about how your album was garbage

You ready to hit the road for two months to push a record?

Signing a contract before you let your lawyer check it

Cats bootlegging your CD’s at the hood corner store

Somebody with no talent getting rich off yours

Are you ready for that deal that’s going to get you some juice

And not even owning the songs that you wrote and produced

Hook:

You think you ready for this grind boy?

You ain’t ready

Ready to put all that time boy?

You ain’t ready

You think the game is all pretty and sweet

It ain’t nothing like that fake shit you see on TV

You think you ready for the game fool?

The disappointments and pain fool?

Hell naw!

You think the game is all pretty and sweet

It ain’t nothing like that fake shit you see on TV

Are you ready for that quick fame that comes up on you

Fans who love you one year, but next year turn on you

All them blood sucking friends trying to use and leech ya

People hittin you up wanting free shows and features

When the hood tell you you cappin and you no longer down

Can you not cheat on your woman when there’s groupies around?

When your label tells you you’re too hard you’re too strong

Are you ready to sell your soul and make so some satanic songs?

What you goin to do when you’re tired and fans approach you

Are you ready to take pictures and sign thousands of posters

Take you a seat, this game was born in the streets, it ain’t soft and sweet

Can you handle drama and beef?

What’s goin to happen when there’s no more cars and no more blingin'?

When the girls stop screaming and the phone stops ringin'

You ready for this lifestyle or just blow a smoke, selling a million records is

still being broke

Common

Hook:

You think you ready for this grind boy?

You ain’t ready

Ready to put all that time boy?

You ain’t ready

You think the game is all pretty and sweet

It ain’t nothing like that fake shit you see on TV

You think you ready for the game fool?

The disappointments and pain fool?

Hell naw!

You think the game is all pretty and sweet

It ain’t nothing like that fake shit you see on TV