Before the Mask
Yeah
Yuh
Lock
Yuh
Fuck the noise
I'm chasing a certain state of equipoise
I took her shopping for all of her toys
I put money, on the Royal Union Saint-Gilloise
(Saint-Gilloise)
When it comes to snitching, you sang like the choir boys
I get to work and you hear 'em say "atta boy"
(Yeah)
Fuck 'em if they coming indirect at the boy
(Lock)
If it ain't my name you saying, my attention you won't get
If it's beef we flying then you nothing but an rc pilot at best
I got a lot of badges, I don't wear any on my chest
Saying you a vampire, get to sucking I guess
Hanging with the slumber party sleeper, y'all look good together, I think he's a keeper
heh shit
Just point me in the direction of the females y'all came with
I'll keep 'em company, you telling me nun of y'all wanted to hit?
Or something, I think it's funny
Very funny
They say Lock, why you spit like that
Lock, H-how you spit like that
I always talked my shit
Get knocked down, Man I got up quick
Run this shit like a track & field meet, you in the grass game with no cleats
Who's your hardest pusher on these streets
I guarantee you that ain't me
They nothing like me
I said fuck the noise
I'm chasing a certain state of equipoise
I took her shopping for all of her toys
I put money
On the Royal Union Saint-Gilloise
When it came to snitching you sang like the choir boys
(uh yeah)
I get to work and you hear 'em say "atta boy"
Fuck 'em if they coming indirect at the boy
Lock
(Lock)
Yuh
Lock
Yuh
Fuck the noise
I'm chasing a certain state of equipoise
I took her shopping for all of her toys
I put money, on the Royal Union Saint-Gilloise
(Saint-Gilloise)
When it comes to snitching, you sang like the choir boys
I get to work and you hear 'em say "atta boy"
(Yeah)
Fuck 'em if they coming indirect at the boy
(Lock)
If it ain't my name you saying, my attention you won't get
If it's beef we flying then you nothing but an rc pilot at best
I got a lot of badges, I don't wear any on my chest
Saying you a vampire, get to sucking I guess
Hanging with the slumber party sleeper, y'all look good together, I think he's a keeper
heh shit
Just point me in the direction of the females y'all came with
I'll keep 'em company, you telling me nun of y'all wanted to hit?
Or something, I think it's funny
Very funny
They say Lock, why you spit like that
Lock, H-how you spit like that
I always talked my shit
Get knocked down, Man I got up quick
Run this shit like a track & field meet, you in the grass game with no cleats
Who's your hardest pusher on these streets
I guarantee you that ain't me
They nothing like me
I said fuck the noise
I'm chasing a certain state of equipoise
I took her shopping for all of her toys
I put money
On the Royal Union Saint-Gilloise
When it came to snitching you sang like the choir boys
(uh yeah)
I get to work and you hear 'em say "atta boy"
Fuck 'em if they coming indirect at the boy
Lock
(Lock)
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Writer(s): Joshua Supe
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