Einstein - Ready Or Not (Here I Come) lyrics

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Einstein - Ready Or Not (Here I Come) lyrics

[Verse 1] I am the most underrated, hated, and discriminated Breaking all types of stereotypes every day It's a different obstacle, failing isn't optional Holding on to a dream that seems impossible But I keep striving and trying to be the stereotypin' Defining emcee with a higher degree On a higher totem and voted most likely to be Then let the future define it for me, hah But I'm really just a high schooler With grade school dreams of making it big in my future And I'm just hoping it lasts, I'm sitting in cla** Writing these rhymes, hoping to pa** But in the back of my mind, I'm praying for a record deal But still got college rubbing against my heals So now I know how it really feels Instead of feeling never real, but still [Hook] (Ready or not R-r-r-ready or not) Yeah, I'm telling everybody (Ready or not, here I come) Ready or not, here I come [Verse 2] I've been told that my future seems promising But people have broke what they promised me Honestly, I'm a rapper with a prophecy I'm the high school superstar prodigy My vocal chords open doors, and of course It opens those doors, to what I have in stored For me, and even though it seems like a dream Even Limbo couldn't hold me back from what I want to be See I was born with a pa**ion And I'mma carry it out until the casket But what's tragic is it's hard to manage And constantly balance a bunch of different talents I'm paralyzed, I can't stand it If I want something, I'mma have it, hard work is a habit And I feel like I'm acting out a movie role When I'm in the studio, lights, camera, action [Hook] [Verse 3] My whole life, I feel like My actions speak louder than words So I just choose to pantomime And sometimes, I have to improve my improv 'Cuz life doesn't have a script to go by So I'm just working off of blank sheets And filling in these blank papers with my song lyrics Rapping 'bout, all these goals that I can't reach Even though negativity is the wrong spirit I am the individual, ripping the ritual Of spitting about swag, money, cars, clothes, hoes I suppose fans coming by the rows And the unreachable pinnacles that seem miniscule Yeah, and I'mma mean it if I speak it No connection to all the speaches I gave in English In front of a crowd I'mma continue to preach what I believe in You bring me down is very slim, no bulimic Believe it

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