Many Facez

[Verse 1] First and foremost I be that east coast cat with each dose Waxing equals, RNF staff, yo that's my peoples Keep my enemies close, dead up with a retina on 'em Shit I have to set it on 'em Here to warn 'em That I'm nice with a mic but once you think, "I got him figured" Yo I switch into this next nigga Mr. Lee Pushing a butter Lex nigga Yo the difference for me and L, the reps bigger Transferring doe, unheard of amounts to corporate accounts Niggas know but on the low, keep it unannounced Sonning five star way from Grand Marnier And shrimp all day to the champagne with the porterhouse In tailor mades But still make your corner bounce Son I blaze The mic like a quarter ounce of haze nigga no doubt So roll out the red carpet clowns be astounded Cause they know the game is well rounded [Hook] {x2} Now who amazes through all phases? The one that hold it down in all cases Son that holds the hand with all aces Still shines in any situation Nigga it's the man with many faces, c'mon [Verse 2] Hey, Tray keeps the ladies disorderly Cover pose for Gentleman's Quarterly Most importantly I got a pro to see that keep hoes wetter than scuba Gear, hear this, who's the next chicken to feel this? A real giggalo So I'm quick to hit a chick below the waistline Never waste time with a straight dime Get up with hang time Yeah sis I'll make you famous Oh shit I'm going through some changes Yo It's Rock Rock y'all Get down whatever you need Yo I got y'all, this round of Remy's on me Yeah the party animal spending a cool grand minimum Nigga at the bar so keep sending 'em Until the DJ stops blending him Even when I'm sitting like a [?] I'm killing it Cause rhyming is a reflex, I'm feeling it This my last drink then I'm chilling Cause damn it yo my head keep spinning Make way for the LR Raw veteran Making your days dark like melanin Plat' selling keeping MC's back peddling Fear son I show none Nigga no gun, running from no one Put it on you with flows that wet it like monsoon Here to bomb crews full of nonsense Revealing that I'm God sent Stunning, some better repent it's the coming of The lyrical beast from the dungeon Running 'em [Hook] [Verse 3] Tracey Lee the ill MC Split personality Eternally, flipping internally But it's no concern to me Lyrically, burning in the third degree Hemming 'em with different identities you follow me? Well, depending on the shit surrounding me Determine's what nigga comes out of me Verbally, spellbound you in all cases School clowns when I fool around and change faces Fuck it I can play the bougie brother Or take it to the streets like a Doobie Brother, in all facets Yo I smash kids to ashes Looking for an excuse so each one can let loose on ya Warning ya, it's only one cat so don't confuse things But I move things with my mood swings Try to move things and I'm in ya Cause you never know which one of us you might run in ta [Hook]