Masquerade

Everywhere i go
Everywhere i stand
It's a masquerade,
Bitch you don't know what i am
Feelings often fake, bitch
Keep chasing that pape
Ima back away switch my lane and smoke this purp
Plus i keep a double cup

Kissing styrofoam bitches always hesitate
Once i touched this Pole i could never be afraid
Looking for my cut
Finally out my head so these females getting fucked
Make out with a bitch, imnot tryna stay here
Yeah imnot tryna stay right here
Ill keep it 100, ion keep no small bills
Big wrist think my shit broke
So m worked off the shit still
Perfected the lines, but that shits not coke

I could lose all relations to keep it a buck with you
Just thank the lord I still ain't lose the vision
damn just as long as I touch on some millions
All by myself so I make my decisions
Drop it all in a week when I'm ready
Might see obey walking round with a bankroll
Chillin with homies my best friend is ben frank
We steady wasting away on these fake hoes
Huh??
What, did you think I was finished?
I'm gonna tell you right now that these bitches aint shit they just lying for dick in a message
It's getting rampant n my boys reckless
Move through the valley it feel like a village
Everyone knows I'm a menace
Everyone knows if I want it ima get it

I'm so scary walk around with a mask on
Boy to stop me you gone prolly need a task force
Even if I do I'll bounce back like that ass strong
Smoking on gas, what it is? What you ask for?

Pelican bitches wanna flock when the bread came
Chop face to face wit the ops I got no aim
Pole very scary once I got it I got no fear
Any mufucka gonna die if he look weird
Keep a ski mask with some dickies in my backseat
Big black forces when I stomp not the reebok
Told you i was chief smoke,Ima make em see now
Running like a cheat code, my name ain't filippo

Lungs got scorched with a blunt but I never give a fuck better pass that stiiizy
On the road with a strap that was beaming
Gonna wish but yea but you're never gotta be me

I'm chief blunt in the street
Big gun with a beam
Make you scream so loud
But it's nothing like me yelling at the crowd
So like get me outa class
With a bass shaking everything
She'll even shake that ass
N like baby got back

If she looking for that bread
Then the bakers where it's at
I'm a player, money maker
Homies Rollin with a strap
N you better know it spark
Like a ghetto residential outlet
Not cause I'm the plug

Cause I'm charging up the prices n I'm prolly making bucks
If I'm out of town then I prolly told you fucks
Come meet up with the team
You ain't really bout it
I just told you it was green

I could stomp you out rockin yeezy on my feet
With a blunt on the lip
Bigger gun on the hip
N some nuts on me bitch
Ye you know that i'm the chief

She keep sucking on my dick got me thinking ima cream
Codeine on my tongue, codeine on her tits
Lookin like a roman tower, leanin what it is
Double cup a rack, that's like two racks on my wrist
Gotta get another on my fist, huh