Masquerade

By Dreadgeist

Released on January 11, 2024

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[Verse]

Work, put in that work

My homie don't feel nothin' and it hurts

She masquerading like it's all love

My nigga don't even got heart insurance

We mature through the fog and allure when you gettin' niggas cut From the buzz that they hittin'

Don't come runnin' back to the boys when there's slugs in your chest and bullet holes in ya vest

Can't talk unless you get permission from Simon says

No sweat off my cheek, wipe that dirt off my neck

Niggas textin' me like it was only respect

Now, you in debt

Pay what is due

You say I owe shit to who ?

Prostitutes on the gram, could give a fuck about them

All I need is my girl and my Mac

Maybe a pad and pen

Startin' to really feel like I'm Thraxx

Based God on the mic how I'm violatin' that bitch

I'm scratchin' itches, not washin' no dishes

Just kiddin'

Gotta practice bein' a house husband or else I'm gon' be walkin' in the kitchen all stubborn like I'm up to somthin'

They talkin' big reckless, why they not cassette hunting

Oh yeah, they started to regret some

Desperation to buy and sell

Niggas goin' chicken, it's that YSL

You rattin' like you gunna, you got time to spare

No bullshit, we was raised in that pulpit

False heroes never taught me shit but how to fear people

Never equal, comin' up in a hell

I never saw the evils

The demons feeble, they can't feed off shit unless they niggas help

I never felt like I would ever have real love, it was always the someone else

I'm done with these bums always flauntin' they wealth

I'm in a lane by myself

No more Chaingang

These niggas scums, throwin' up blood on myself

Crippled up, got purple flannels on the floor

Mama told me these west Indians boys is whores

They always picked and chose

I don't give a fuck bout yo family, nigga, kiss and go

She wanted the whole pipe, I had to do the slip and go

Pick ya battles before you get tossed up, you not gon' rose

Or rise

Check it, these niggas satirize they lies

Ion be talkin' much