Judd Young - Raise Up Lyrics

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Uh, I'ma tell these niggas straight up
Simple and plain
Uh
Raise up
I came to knock the king off his pedestal
Building confidence to show you suckas I ain't scare of you
I'm coming from the city with the illest MCs
Enemies can be deceased don't make a difference to me
Society get off the phones and please watch the road ahead of you
Might just be the reason that you crash or be the death of you
Break a arm, a foot, a leg, bound to snap that neck on you
Maybe you shall kill me I come back and put a hex on you
Niggas turn on homies for them t-i-tees
Don't ever lie when you looking in my e-y-ees
Cause you'll never get a slice of my p-i-e
And I'm bound to slaughter rappers just a b-i-t
Cause they think it's simple but they have no i-d
That I e-a-t for breakfast rappers intestines
I ain't no gangsta dude, running streets that ain't me
But if you walk in my arena then you better be
Or raise up nigga, you in my seat homie
Get up
Raise up, you in my seat homie
I think you should leave right about now
Raise up, you in my seat homie
Open up or I'm kicking down the door
Raise up, you in my seat homie
For real, get up
Ayo
A poor rich woman told me to kick the door into your home
I ain't chelsa king but I surely came to take the throne
Wait
But I don't want to be king
Too many claiming they king
That's quote on quote that I mean
But they don't know what that mean
It's too much ice on the scene
It's hot as hell in the spring
So how the hell is you cold when even the winter don't bring
Snow flakes in the worst way
It always melts the first day
That's how it is in the south
They plan on closing me out
Cause I don't rap so ratchet
I wear these hoodies for jackets
They black on black if you asking
Just in case robbing is passion
Cause I'm jacking for beats
Royal rumble defeat
So crown me emperor I'm tipping over soon as we meet
Taking hold of my seat
So raise up, you in my seat homie
Get up
Raise up, you in my seat homie
I think you should leave right about now
Raise up, you in my seat homie
Open up or I'm kicking down the door
Raise up, you in my seat homie
For real, get up
Four and a half years for you to break on through
So now I'm here to put you suckas back in ICU
All on the web all I hear is your icy dude
But I'm the type that don't believe shit til I've seen proof
Cause I heard very strongly from a wisely dude
The only thing can keep you down is the pride in you
And what only brings you up is the drive in you
Which can bring you much further than a riding mule
So hold up
Let me let me tell you what's the deal
These rappers making hits off of popping major pills
Supposedly
And they say they copping green
But the only green I see them copping
Is those of kosher dill
For real?
Put the seal across the lips and never open
If everybody made it, how the hell somebody chosen
But me?
I came to make the industry a ghost land
While searching for the bread I'll burn these niggas all to toast then
Man I don't even have to do a another hook
But go ahead and
Raise up