Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah One, two Turn my vocals up a little bit One, two Yeah, that sounds right Heatmakerz, Crack Music Guess who? [Verse 1] Pen twister turned phone typer My notes might offend you and your entry-level ghostwriters Bars savvy like Coxsackie and Oneida I'm on that goat type of time so the Ro's brighter But don't try to run up like a pro climber This fo five a heat waves like a boat fire Sit ya corpse near a whole choir That's what you get for runnin' round' with no grip like old tires Issa whole lotta bums in ya circle Before rap I got money off white without fucking with Virgil At the table with the 50 cent ox Chopping rocks back when the first 50 Cent dropped Before the tours, live cover bands and people It was stamps, wild rubber bands and diesel I was out there while the law passing I mean that money just kept coming, multiple orgasms Speaking of orgasms, whore thrashing? Shit I put bitches in flicks that's real broad-casting A list women that we all fathom Story for another day, bring that chorus back in [Chorus] Masked up (Masked up) [Verse 2] If I'm on it that shit is official Body whoever 'til it's nothing there to see but my middle initial I'll dismantle the squad that you hip to Y'all look up to those who bow before me like a Fivio intro Tryna go from selling wild cocaine to a artist, the hardest I know all about those pains This music is a foul, cold game Labels ain't give me a home, it's crazy I had a household name But see rejection made me rap harder They overlooked it but a nigga kept it pushing like a wack barber Extra Brooklyn, yeah, the hat Dodgers Oh, you a stick up kid? I got the 40 too and I Jack Robbers Word to the sag in my black joggers The limp in my step, the Tec and that extra Mac cartridge I was war ready but you already Lost a lil' weight, but ya boy heavy [Chorus] Masked up (Masked up)