"Masked Up" lyrics
Pen twister turned phone typer.. My notes might offend you and ya entry level ghostwriter
Bars savvy like Coxsackie and Oneida
I'm on that goat type of time so the Ro's brighter
But don't try to... run up like a pro climber
This fo five a heat waves like a boat fire
Sit ya corpse near a whole choir
That's what u get for runnin round wit no grip like old tires
Issa whole lotta bums in ya circle
Before rap I got money off white without fucking wit Virgil
At the table with the 50 cent ox
Chopping rocks back when the first 50 cent dropped
Before the tours, live cover bands and people
It was stamps, wild rubber bands and diesel
I was out there while the law passing
I mean that money just kept coming.. multiple orgasms
Speaking of orgasms.. whore thrashing? Shit
I put bitches in flicks that's real broad-casting
A list women that we all fathom
Story for another day... Bring that chorus back in
Masked up
If I'm on it that shit is official
Body whoever til it's nothing there to see but my middle initial
I'll dismantle the squad that you hip to
Yall look up to those who bow before me like a Favio intro
Tryna go from selling wild cocaine to a artist, the hardest
I know all about those pains
This music is a foul, cold game
Labels ain't give me a home, it's crazy I had a household name
But see Rejection made me rap harder
They overlooked it but a nigga kept it pushing like a wack barber
Extra Brooklyn yea the hat Dodgers
Oh you a stick up kid? I got the 40 too and I Jack Robbers
Word to the sag in my Black joggers
The limp in my step, the Tec and that extra Mac cartridge
I was war ready but you already
Lost a lil weight, but ya boy heavy
Masked up
Bars savvy like Coxsackie and Oneida
I'm on that goat type of time so the Ro's brighter
But don't try to... run up like a pro climber
This fo five a heat waves like a boat fire
Sit ya corpse near a whole choir
That's what u get for runnin round wit no grip like old tires
Issa whole lotta bums in ya circle
Before rap I got money off white without fucking wit Virgil
At the table with the 50 cent ox
Chopping rocks back when the first 50 cent dropped
Before the tours, live cover bands and people
It was stamps, wild rubber bands and diesel
I was out there while the law passing
I mean that money just kept coming.. multiple orgasms
Speaking of orgasms.. whore thrashing? Shit
I put bitches in flicks that's real broad-casting
A list women that we all fathom
Story for another day... Bring that chorus back in
Masked up
If I'm on it that shit is official
Body whoever til it's nothing there to see but my middle initial
I'll dismantle the squad that you hip to
Yall look up to those who bow before me like a Favio intro
Tryna go from selling wild cocaine to a artist, the hardest
I know all about those pains
This music is a foul, cold game
Labels ain't give me a home, it's crazy I had a household name
But see Rejection made me rap harder
They overlooked it but a nigga kept it pushing like a wack barber
Extra Brooklyn yea the hat Dodgers
Oh you a stick up kid? I got the 40 too and I Jack Robbers
Word to the sag in my Black joggers
The limp in my step, the Tec and that extra Mac cartridge
I was war ready but you already
Lost a lil weight, but ya boy heavy
Masked up
