Masquarade

Uh, yeah

I was just a youngin' with nothin' and doin' nothin'

Pocket full of buttons and hopefully you niggas push 'em

Banana clips are my Republic, while we on the subject

Wrote this with my feet up on the table, I was on my tushie

Hopin' they swim with toughin' 'cause most of you niggas cushion

High school was where they flunked 'em, I was failin' every subject

My favorite class was bathroom, the hallway and lunch, gym

The skeletons in my closet, no Indians in my cupboard

Only time it was YMCA was when we was hoopin'

See a baddie with some Prada and baby heads, we was cuffin'

Fuck it, appreciate the pretty things, but shit is rugged

Came into the world with nothin', best to leave with somethin'

Fuck it

Ooh, uh, uh

Moves, make your moves, uh

Ooh, uh, uh

The game is all, uh

Ooh, uh, uh

The game is all-

She was just a youngin', the beginning days of lovin'

Before she desired clubbin', nails and designer luggage

Before the extra baggage, shortie would travel with no one

She was posted up with moneys, but cellphones came with the buttons

You don't wanna pick up my call, bitch?

You send me to voicemail, bitch?

Where the fuck you at, bitch?

I pay the motherfuckin' rent, bitch

Where the fuck you at, bitch?

I love you baby, please call me back

Her mama boost and smuggle, her daddy knew how to hustle

This shit is like a circus, either die or learn to juggle

The concrete jungle, every day was a struggle

Weave down to her navel so they call that ho Rapunzel

Name plane, Erin, name plate on her buckle

Name tatted on her arm, fluctuate from muscle

Fast forward to all the troubles, who knew the future would crumble

Just a kid blowin' bubbles, man look at what the world has come to

Got to fuck on random tricks, when she don't want to

Got to suck on random dick, hopin' that he comes soon, damn