Mask On

[Intro]
(We love you, Kevin)

[Verse 1]
They say forgive and forget, it's still some shit I ain't forgot
I'm probably real as it get, I wish the best for all my opps
'Cause I want 'em to rest in piss off the time I thought I got hit
Close my eyes and make a wish, blow a kiss at whoever shot
Can't go nowhere without that heater no more, keep dissing lil' bro, gon' meet him
And I can't fuck with none of these eaters no more, keep saying that shit, don't mean it
Reality kid, lil' nigga, I don't dream
And you wouldn't know the half of the shit I seen
My brother been told, "Lil' nigga, it's gon' come a time and you bettеr stand tall, Yao Ming"
I smoke, can't stop, I lean
When thеm pills get popped and them tears get dropped, I get high thinking 'bout Malik
Ayy, brand new Glock on side of me, bitch, part of me
My lil' gangster, when she call, she trying to spoil me or swallow me
Not right now, bitch, don't bother me
1228, that's the heart of me

[Chorus]
This shit got hard for me, you got scars with me
Went to war for me and got for love me
Nigga, I love you
Ain't got no friends, nigga, you my brother
Better watch how he move when he shoot that cutter
Man on the moon, I done fucked the whole room
Had your bitch tell me I'm smooth like butter
Ayy, young nigga, move that dope
If anybody move that door, then you already know
Better get your blast on, nigga
Better get your, better get your, better put your mask on, nigga
Better put your mask, better get your, better get your blast on, nigga
Better get your, better get your, better put your mask on, nigga
Your mask
Better put your

[Verse 2]
God damn, what you heard through the grapevine?
They say Too Times got facetime
Dead high, I done smoked his ass eight times
He want a name, give him one when he say mines
In the club, play the opps, better play mines
Hell nah, we ain't trying to hear no Beat Box
Lil' One say he sit up in the trap all night, he ain't trying to go home, shit, then free pops
Give a nigga ass something to beef 'bout
Give the whole world something to speak 'bout
Couple hundred blues bring the freak out her
She say she smoking Mookie, nothing street 'bout her
And she belong to them, so the streets got her
And fuck a homeroom, I ain't need college
Heard the head good, I'm trying to see 'bout it
MAC with the silencer, I need silence
John Wick, bitch, I need bodies
I don't want him 'round if he seem solid
If he ain't solid, need to see 'bout it
Shit, if it ain't Friday, need to be Friday
'Cause I got some people I need to meet Friday
'Bout a M probably or a B probably
You know we probably
Them niggas you need to see
Just give me the fee

[Chorus]
This shit got hard for me, you got scars with me
Went to war for me and got for love me
Nigga, I love you
Ain't got no friends, nigga, you my brother
Better watch how he move when he shoot that cutter
Man on the moon, I done fucked the whole room
Had your bitch tell me I'm smooth like butter
Ayy, young nigga, move that dope
If anybody move that door, then you already know
Better get your blast on, nigga
Better get your, better get your, better put your mask on, nigga
Better put your mask, better get your, better get your blast on, nigga
Better get your, better get your, better put your mask on, nigga
Your mask
Better put your