Tekster:
Another Mask Whatever

Aye, bruh I'm a mother fuckin' goon So whatever chick I fuck with She got to be a goonette I'm her goon, yeah And she's my goonette I'm her goon, yeah

But yo, I always had this fear of gettin' paralyzed And sellin' drugs at the time was the easy way The easy work, easy women plus the easy pay It had me feelin' like I would do whatever

in this game, but the grind I'm lovin' Nigga we passed all that pushin', man it's time for shovin' I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the

of scene, I knew you would leave I got another motherfucking trick up my sleeve Smoke you like a roach, can I make it last? Like a quick half ounce, another

out windows and stare (sly, we fly) We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly) And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly) [kool keith] I put my mask on, another

Ziplock Then you'll be saying "Damn, Giddy died for this hip-hop" Or maybe it entail you to get locked To another 20 in the rock for them to give me my props Whatever

don't check for me I'll be in the same place This planet is just an overpopulated mental hospital Each zombie walks around constitutes another obstacle

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like he hurtin' somethin' Word to mother, I heard him frontin' And he be pumpin' on your block Your man gave him your glock And now they run together, what up son, whatever