Masquerade

Everywhere i go Everywhere i stand It's a masquerade, Bitch you don't know what i am Feelings often fake, bitch Keep chasing that pape Ima back away switch my lane and smoke this purp Plus i keep a double cup Kissing styrofoam bitches always hesitate Once i touched this Pole i could never be afraid Looking for my cut Finally out my head so these females getting fucked Make out with a bitch, imnot tryna stay here Yeah imnot tryna stay right here Ill keep it 100, ion keep no small bills Big wrist think my shit broke So m worked off the shit still Perfected the lines, but that shits not coke I could lose all relations to keep it a buck with you Just thank the lord I still ain't lose the vision damn just as long as I touch on some millions All by myself so I make my decisions Drop it all in a week when I'm ready Might see obey walking round with a bankroll Chillin with homies my best friend is ben frank We steady wasting away on these fake hoes Huh?? What, did you think I was finished? I'm gonna tell you right now that these bitches aint shit they just lying for dick in a message It's getting rampant n my boys reckless Move through the valley it feel like a village Everyone knows I'm a menace Everyone knows if I want it ima get it I'm so scary walk around with a mask on Boy to stop me you gone prolly need a task force Even if I do I'll bounce back like that ass strong Smoking on gas, what it is? What you ask for? Pelican bitches wanna flock when the bread came Chop face to face wit the ops I got no aim Pole very scary once I got it I got no fear Any mufucka gonna die if he look weird Keep a ski mask with some dickies in my backseat Big black forces when I stomp not the reebok Told you i was chief smoke,Ima make em see now Running like a cheat code, my name ain't filippo Lungs got scorched with a blunt but I never give a fuck better pass that stiiizy On the road with a strap that was beaming Gonna wish but yea but you're never gotta be me I'm chief blunt in the street Big gun with a beam Make you scream so loud But it's nothing like me yelling at the crowd So like get me outa class With a bass shaking everything She'll even shake that ass N like baby got back If she looking for that bread Then the bakers where it's at I'm a player, money maker Homies Rollin with a strap N you better know it spark Like a ghetto residential outlet Not cause I'm the plug Cause I'm charging up the prices n I'm prolly making bucks If I'm out of town then I prolly told you fucks Come meet up with the team You ain't really bout it I just told you it was green I could stomp you out rockin yeezy on my feet With a blunt on the lip Bigger gun on the hip N some nuts on me bitch Ye you know that i'm the chief She keep sucking on my dick got me thinking ima cream Codeine on my tongue, codeine on her tits Lookin like a roman tower, leanin what it is Double cup a rack, that's like two racks on my wrist Gotta get another on my fist, huh