Masked Up

Mr. Carmine on the production
Yeah
Uh, Got you masked up
Uh uh
They got you masked up
Yeah yeah
They got you masked up, uh
Got you masked up
Yeah yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
Looking like imposter, yeah yuh

Why these simple ass niggas always think they got the upper hand
How come they could never understand, why they playing with me
I guess I could understand that I'm the underdog, but bottom lie bitch I'm still a dog
Put me and you on the same beat, bet I chew your ass up, I'll have you looking for the meat
But I just keep to myself man, I don't even put my 2 cents in
I don't even want the fucking mention
Lock me in a room, bet I find a new dimension, I could give a fuck about all the attention
My goals so big, close minded mother fuckers call em dreams
And ignorance is bliss, I'd rather worry bout a stream
God blessed me with a whole damn team
Them 40 hours that you putting in got you looking like a feen
I pray to God that will never be me
I pray to God that will never be me mm

They got you masked up
They got you masked up
They got you masked up
Masked up, masked up, masked up

You couldn't catch me on the couch fliping through the damn cable
Probably won't ever sign a deal, my relationship is my only label
I'm so thankful I'm so grateful
Every time I lay it down, she screaming she disabled
Missionary on this life shit is something that I'd never say
I rather bet it all than throw my life away
On a nine to five, where a boss could give a fuck about you and yours
Then bite you with a sigh
Cause they don't give a fuck, they just wanna see they numbers up
Shit I just wanna see my numbers up

Naw that's facts though, I'm just tryna see my numbers up
They got you masked up
Got me fucked
I'm as fly as Sinatra respected like a mobster
Entrance on a five star restaurant like a lobster



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Writer(s): Jiah Zuniga
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