Facade - Who You Ready For? lyrics

Free Verse: Come around here causing trouble Leaving everybody in a bag in the rubble Better stay at home, have you long gone buddy Still I go strong in a song, know I got it Keeping on top, doing that everyday Never gon' stop, what I state's what I mean Feel it like a drop, when I pop in the game Better make way for the lot coming in We locked and loaded, vacations over Putting muthaphukkers out in a crash or coma Never slack, I'm on one, making tracks that colder Than crack in bag, or the ice in soda Get lit with the bros, make a mixtape Staying up, all hours, till the next day Make it rain like a shower, when it gets played Get brains for an hour, cause the sh**s flame Yo I'm just saying... What's better than living up in your dream Thinking back that I made up with the team Stuck to rapping and smoking up with the green Now it happens, I see it in front of me All it took was some bad times, making mad rhymes with the bros in the booth, now we k**in' it Went from nobody, to a somebody, now the flow hotter, Armageddon really in the place (ugh) Not co*ky, I'm confident My plan is to run this sh**... It's not easy Can't change ... Can't run from this Bout to have peeps jump a bridge, cause they see me In a spot, where they hoped that I won't be at Now I got the chance to just roast they a** Flashback to the past, where I couldn't do jaak... Now I'm Crayzee with the raps Yo Skinny maphukker, spitting fat The place where I be, is the place where it's at Down with the squad, the team wit big balls Fuxking wit me, is a hell no, no That's like me , letting me take a fall Letting you win, comin' in wit no force Or letting you be when you talk that talk Or that's like you tryna smoke out Daekwan... (God damn) But I k** when I ain't high... Keep it real when I lay mine Go at will, never waste time... Pink pill, keep trilled with the ba** line Giving thrills, to the girls, bout my dick size Ha. Too much information... Mr Crayzee , for the ladies I'm initiated Getting faded, with the latest sh** I be creative Not shy to demonstrate it, some probably got it but they never made it... And they the ones who hating... Who knew we overtaking We were greedy with the food, we be innovative To the starving artists, who eattin' from the basin I don't know why they be hating, acting friendly later Just scraps we givin'... just the roach we flick em If they too much in our face then uncle Ray will stick em Straight family business... Nobody fake within it Cause anybody tryna get us, be on dinner platters Who be offended are the ones who be defending With a call or text message, guess I finally got em fed up That they had the nerve to get up, with some lyrics that they sweat up Call the brother Kilo, getchu wet up Don't take it personal, I just got the juice But if you felt it, then you gulped, that was verbal abuse And don't be saying that I'm whack , cause that's just an excuse And I be looking where I'm at... While I'm looking at you And it's obvious, that I sit on the truth Thee exact same thang when I spit in the booth Already k**ing for a minute or 2, same thang if I did it to you Bang, bang, for your miri I do ! Muthaphukkers don't phase me Nightmare on the beat, Mr Crayzee Thank God, got it on, every day man Keep it dope, like I smoke, do it daily Ooohhh Yeah... k** em... Hell yeah, yeah, yeah Know I do it like... Ooohhh Yeah... k** em... Hell yeah, yeah, yeah Putting fire straight to the ceiling This mixtape is gon' k** it Young brother so energetic When the sh**s out, come get it CRAYZEE