Mask Off [G-Mix]

[Verse]
This shit's stressful, everyone depending on me
I could get killed any day, cause I'm still in the streets
Tryna make a way for errbody, we all gotta eat
When it's time to bust a move, you gotta keep it discrete
I just grab my 40 Glock and I get on my knees
I ask the Lord for forgiveness, cause I didn't believe
I done lost so many niggas, that it filled me with grief
My broski died in my face I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep
Yeah, these streets done fucked me up, I live my life seeking vengence
I don't give a fuck, them bullets hitting niggas and bitches
Still going through this struggle, bitch we trapped in the trenches
And still got my daughter errthing she wanted for christmas
And when I look at her she smile and that's the reason I'm living
I'm tryna touch dem M's, errday Thanksgiving
Popping pills like M&M's, got a young nigga trippin'
Main nigga acting tough, be the main nigga snitchin'
Think about when you was broke, who was the main niggas with you?
It was me and Mikey Dollaz, robbin' niggas its a stick up
Shawties hop up out that pickup, with them sticks tucked tryna hit sum
So much money to be made, I.L just tryna get sum
Nigga lit right now, so I'm lurking with a mask off
CPDK, fuck a nigga with a badge on
You only wanna see us black people with a headstone
Ridin' with my niggas, I don't care if they was dead wrong
I will pop up at your front door, nigga ding-dong
Mean with the beam, lemon squeez, we can get it on
All my niggas Gs, real niggas ain't go never fold
Broke my heart to find out a couple niggas round me told
What you know bout trappin' in the winter and your toes cold
Three socks, runnin' from the cops on a long road
I swear to god, I don't rap 'bout shit, that I don't know
I done seen a couple bandz and a nigga then been dead broke
I hit my momma hand, I'm the man I gotta hold the load
Sometime it's so much on my brain that it might overload
Only thing that help a nigga, I get my daughter and hold her close
My Baby and my music, only thing that keep me holdin' on
I hope you get the message, cause this ain't no ordinary song
Have you ever been in a crowd but you felt alone
Everyday stressin', but pretending that it's nothing wrong
It's fucked up in the streets and your bitch trippin' once you make it home
No time for these bitches, rap about it in my songs
So I ain't lying to these bitches
Imma go out and get it, I don't rely on these bitches
And my homies got faith, they say that I'm gon' be the ticket
But I been rappin' for so long, that I done thought about quittin'
I also made alot of money, I could flex on you niggas, LA with MTV
Spike Lee took me to dinner, but I'm still in the hood
So how the fuck am I a winner? I guess it's cause I lost my faith
But everybody is a sinner, I been going through this pain, it cut me deeper than a splinter
I really played with cocaine, you other rappers just pretenders, really playing with them thangs
Mask up and handle business, Komak runnin' through my veins
Yeah I go crazy 'bout my niggas, I be yelling it's a stain while I'm grippin' on my pistol
Baby G up on my face, god why you take my nigga? I just rolled a backwood, I graduated from the swishers
I used to have a family, until they knocked me out the picture
Now it's just my momma, my big sister and lil sister
I accept the fact Imma rapper and dope pusher
And Imma go hard, cause I know that the world looking
I.L