Lyrics Ready For Whatever - Big Baz

Yeah
Alright
These are things that I try to do
Rise to the top
Try to get the gwap

I said
Talking thru the conscious of my brain
Dismiss my feelings but I'm conscious of the pain
My soul is healing but I'm conscious of the shame
They know im ill so now they conscious of the flames
State my name stake my claim see I just wanted a piece of ice
I see the pie but niggas wouldn't just leave a slice
I see the game I see the fame I just need a price
I need em all just to see to see it all just to see im nice
So I lurked on the bottom started working on my craft
Gave these people my future incorporated my past
I gave em glimpses of visions and all the pictures I had
I'm on the road to the riches
I'm headed straight to the bag damn im bad
I had to call an audible and switch plays
Had to get in tune had to sharpen up like a switchblade
I had the juice to make the big plays
I had the sick jay
I had all the tools just to get paid

Rolling thru the strip on these calm streets
I'm in the mix getting paper on this concrete
I'm bout to give you several flavors on this calm beat
Know that im a risk it im a taker so I'm gon eat it
Long as I've been rapping i always stayed in the booth
I could be the holy Quran cuz I always gave you the truth
I done always gave you the proof of the kind of days that I had
Let you know that im straight and my
Eyes gon stay on the bag and I'm bad

Yeah
Now I'm rapping and mobile
I want the cheese and I plan on stacking it global
I'm on the scene tryna get me half of my total
Really plotting my history on a path with the moguls
Told u I wouldn't hold you I'm coming thru like a land line
I'm bout to risk bout to blow up like a land mine
I'm kind of gifted tryna show you that I can rhyme
And I been addicted to all these checks that this hand signed
That's why I get over zealous in rap booths
My shit you feel up in your brain just like it's crack juice
I'm bout to make my money triple like a fat goose
Cuz off the Remy I be spitting like I'm papoose
I'm already good but I'm tryna get in the game
Tryna really give it my all as I take a step into fame
They always gon remember me when I'm repping my name
You know M.O.B LA familia always repping my gang
And I'm always flames
Always insane and always on fire
Always giving em pieces of wit to keep em inspired
Always forward in motion and always rolling like tires
Always deep in emotion I always speak thru the wire of course
I'm in thought when I'm going off on these records
Give me a beat and I'm going off on it wreckless
Too advanced when they hear me I'm too advanced for these steppers
Thoughts im thinking is chess but the game im playing is checkers
Of course

Rolling thru the strip on these calm streets
I'm in the mix getting paper on this concrete
I'm bout to give you several flavors on this calm beat
Know that im a risk it im a taker so I'm gon eat it
Long as I've been rapping i always stayed in the booth
I could be the holy Quran cuz I always gave you the truth
I done always gave you the proof of the kind of days that I had
Let you know that im straight and my
Eyes gon stay on the bag and I'm bad