[Intro underlies hook]

I feel the master, I feel him

Y'all ready, they ready

Well come on, well come on

Y'all ready, they ready

We ready, we ready

Come on, come on

We ready, we ready, come on

Come on, come on

Break bread ho, break bread ho

Come on, break bread ho, break bread ho

Come on come on, we ready we ready

Come on in, we ready

Come on in



[Hook ("What what" repeated in background)]

We ready (What, what)

We ready (What, what)

We ready (We ready, we ready)

For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)

We ready (We ready for)

We ready (We ready for)

We ready (We ready for)

For y'all (We ready, we ready)



[Archie Eversole]

Ain't no question bout who the best

Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest

Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through ya chest

You must have called Pastor Troy cause boy you is blessed

And I'ma take him out the game y'all

It ain't no thang y'all

You wanna buck, I'll rip you up like a chainsaw

The game's raw, boy please believe it

Keep your bible with you cause you gon' be needin' Jesus

Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits

And Archie ain't gon' stop droppin' shit

I'ma make a million dollars then stand on the top of it

Rockin' it, till the day I die in this game

Archie with the Phat Boy addin' the fire to the fame



[Hook x2]



[Archie Eversole]

A-T-L we bout that head bustin', we leave you dead cousin

What's up, huh bitch nigga, you said something

If you ready why you stumblin' to the flo' huh

If you ready why you stutterin' I ain't Joe

I'ma show em' why they