Masked Kyrie

Ima legend in my own world
Fuck you thought
Ima legend to your own girl
Fuck ya thot
I hear patterns when these niggas try to shoot me down
Paranoia
Caring for ya when you come around
Mixed blood babygirl
Im in a mixed race
Sometimes I feel like I’m too good for you to distaste
Disdain
Rearranged
I need big face
I want money more than water
Fuck a fixed pace
Asking bout my other options
Ain’t no other options
Fix your makeup and your posture when a nigga drop in
I’ll shoot up the new school full of pussy niggas
Bitch this rap game mine
Run away or with us

Masked Kyrie on you niggas
I wish the Kardashian curse would Kylie on you niggas
Killing spree on you niggas
Who the hell freed all you niggas
Got too much pride to ask your girl what she see in you niggas
Look at me nigga
Niggas conflicted
Conflicting with niggas that got niggas fucked up and they dissing
I can hear the whispers
So I need a pistol this winter
I need a grip and a laser scope
I ain’t missing you niggas
Go ahead and put the boy in business and make it more than just rappin
You scared straight cuz when they ask you just act like you acting
I hear the quiver in your tone when you talk crazy
And shadows don’t follow you as close in these dark places
I find it hard to pick who to respond to when they speak
No matter who I answer to
They say I prey on the weak
I’ll put your face on a T-shirt and dip your casket in grease
I know you’d probably kill yourself but rather leave it to me
Sheesh
I know ya city is waiting
To find me out there slipping like a nigga on vacation
These new women that I be around got me in my patience
Sometimes you gotta slap a nigga just to make a statement

Ima legend in my own world
Fuck you thought
Ima legend to your own girl
Fuck ya thot
I hear patterns when these niggas try to shoot me down
Paranoia
Caring for ya when you come around
Mixed blood babygirl
Im in a mixed race
Sometimes I feel like I’m too good for you to distaste
Disdain
Rearranged
I need big face
I want money more than water
Fuck a fixed pace
Asking bout my other options
Ain’t no other options
Fix your makeup and your posture when a nigga drop in
I’ll shoot up the new school full of pussy niggas
Bitch this rap game mine
Run away or with us

Reflections
Tensions
Extensions of deep depressions
Open wounds neglected
Chaos in each direction
Salaries and pensions
Commissions by invention
Cadavers turned into lessons
The floating bag of expressions
2pocalypse now
To hot for this now
Too high for the bow
Too lit for a trial
You either tryna hold me down
Or you holding me down
Pick a way it can go
Hold on to that sound
When you feeling the flame
When you wanted the problems with me but can’t say my name
You a lame what a shame
All you niggas the same
Should’ve sharpened your blades
Fore you played in this game
Masked kyrie on you niggas
I wish the kardashian curse would khloe on you niggas
Gasoline on you niggas
I don’t sopena you niggas
Your new shit is some old shit
No belief in you niggas
You got killers
I got gorillas
Stacks of manillas
Langley gon feel us
Mans not hot when it’s hostile
Talking bout I took your style
Bitch nigga it’s my style