C-Reeyus - What You Need Lyrics

Step on up. I got what you need
Raw, grimy, street shit, shit kept on repeat
Real life sauce. Yeah, that bittersweet
Customers come up. Broke boys take a seat
Step on up. I got what you need
Raw, grimy, street shit, shit kept on repeat
Real life sauce. Yeah, that bittersweet
Customers come up. Broke boys take a seat

Don't waste my time. This is C-Reeyus business
That Alejandro Sosa shit. Only tell you one time so get this
Make way to the throne or get caught in the crossfire
Beheading all the sires. I won't wait 'til they retire
For the top spot I aspire. Wasn't built for second place
On that "world is your's" shit. You can see it in my face
Staring through the window, visualizing money made
Getting them commissions. I won't see another wage
Competition. Never gonna let 'em breathe
Keep the pressure up, my pen keeps on planting seeds
Fake be trending but the real still got their needs
Yeah, I see it, recognize ya and I aim to please
Action and ambition I'm the point at which they meet
Confrontation be the norm. If you green then don't bring beef
I reside on success street. I will never meet defeat
Fit and focused. Pass the torch, I'll make sure to keep it lit

Step on up. I got what you need
Raw, grimy, street shit, shit kept on repeat
Real life sauce. Yeah, that bittersweet
Customers come up. Broke boys take a seat
Step on up. I got what you need
Raw, grimy, street shit, shit kept on repeat
Real life sauce. Yeah, that bittersweet
Customers come up. Broke boys take a seat

What you know 'bout work? You barely clock in
I put in mine after hours just to make sure this shit knocking
Y'all give head to the mic, press export and call that shit rapping?
Microwaved crack music bringing shame to the term "trapping"
Now think about that. Can't get lower than that
Elvira Hancock type of rappers. I can't vibe with your tracks
Getting high and got nothing to supply
Where I'm from that shit still wack
Don't know how they do it there but 'round here we spitting facts
All about making it stack, all about that progress
Engineer, record and mix all with a clear conscience
I won't stoop down to your level, I don't partake in the nonsense
Hold myself to higher standards. Hundred checks before shit launches
Enjoyed by select few. A Cuban cigar
Exotic shit. A prancing horse on a car
A raging bull when they come with weak bars
I blow smoke out my nostrils; They shitting their drawers

I got what you need
Raw, grimy, street shit, shit kept on repeat
Real life sauce. Yeah, that bittersweet
Customers come up. Broke boys take a seat
Step on up. I got what you need
Raw, grimy, street shit, shit kept on repeat
Real life sauce. Yeah, that bittersweet
Customers come up. Broke boys take a seat