M. Ferguson - Raise The Bar lyrics

Intro (Skanks & Marquee) Marquee in the building (That's right) I go by the name of the flowfessional Skanks the rap martyr We got Venom on the production (Venom on the beat, vigilante) We here to raise the bar on ya'll (Raise that sh**) Step ya game up (marvel records) Scratches (Venom) (Do you know where that's at fellas?) Verse 1 (Marquee) Chicks I crush with the diction Eyes fixed on the vixen So hooked on the flow You gonna need an intervention Acrobatic linguistics Verbal war fare relentless Bars give 'em the business Pen game tremendous Ain't buying Gucci bathrooms Toilets with gold faucets More like investments, portfolios And corporate Tune out the noise, gossip Ratchet garbage Share my feminine mystique With my BK correspondents Yall rap nonsense No concepts no content Love for the game Harlots do it for the profits Pasties and top less Da j**els fancy garments Limelight the sponsors I do it for the projects Predicate convicts Single mothers no baby father's Young-ins on the come up The God's dropping knowledge Emcee's, B-girls, djs, graph artists Embodiment of the streets In a world that loves hip hop Chorus (Marquee and Skanks) Up, up, up star we raise the bar Trip over the height You can't reach that far Local stage ain't paying for the league Of boss Your dreams, fees and cars Can't meet the cost Nooooo What up buck yo we raise the bar Keep it safe in the paint Player stay your mark Play your part while we play our part Proven top shelf hustlers Cuz, you say we are G-yea Verse 2 Marquee Got them k**ers out in Queens That be holding them Glocks Gorillas and cop k**ers That be lurking on blocks While we steady counting money That we made in them stocks You on the corner trying to hustle Holding rocks in your socks In the hood We 'bout that cash You can't think slow Every n***a on the corner in the same boat Every corner n***a ain't the same tho How you boss on a payroll Floss want appraisal Corleone but you Fredo Fairytale felon fables Get you stitched up and stapled Ain't no room for many plates When it's money on the table Be on stages Where the locale is dangerous Ain't nothing to a chick like me I got bangers Don't f** with b**hes Begging for baby milk and pampers No drive for advancement Side pieces and randoms Up the Dodge to a gray Ferrari Trip over the height Cop bills too large to fold the wad Chorus Outro (Skanks & Marquee) Damn, Marquee Not only did you raise the bar on these fools But I think you set the new standard Yea, these hoes better catch up yo) Raise it up) Get ya car game up, get ya money game up Get ya rap bars up, get ya shoe game up Venom on the beat The Femme fatale Marquee Skanks the flowfessional, Bankai Block Share yall