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letra de mask off [g-mix] - i.l will

[verse]
this sh-t’s stressful, everyone depending on me
i could get k!lled any day, cause i’m still in the streets
tryna make a way for errbody, we all gotta eat
when it’s time to bust a move, you gotta keep it discrete
i just grab my 40 glock and i get on my knees
i ask the lord for forgiveness, cause i didn’t believe
i done lost so many n-ggas, that it filled me with grief
my broski died in my face i couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep
yeah, these streets done f-cked me up, i live my life seeking vengence
i don’t give a f-ck, them bullets hitting n-ggas and b-tches
still going through this struggle, b-tch we trapped in the trenches
and still got my daughter errthing she wanted for christmas
and when i look at her she smile and that’s the reason i’m living
i’m tryna touch dem m’s, errday thanksgiving
popping pills like m&m’s, got a young n-gga trippin’
main n-gga acting tough, be the main n-gga snitchin’
think about when you was broke, who was the main n-ggas with you?
it was me and mikey dollaz, robbin’ n-ggas its a stick up
shawties hop up out that pickup, with them sticks tucked tryna hit sum
so much money to be made, i.l just tryna get sum
n-gga lit right now, so i’m lurking with a mask off
cpdk, f-ck a n-gga with a badge on
you only wanna see us black people with a headstone
ridin’ with my n-ggas, i don’t care if they was dead wrong
i will pop up at your front door, n-gga ding-dong
mean with the beam, lemon squeez, we can get it on
all my n-ggas gs, real n-ggas ain’t go never fold
broke my heart to find out a couple n-ggas round me told
what you know bout trappin’ in the winter and your toes cold
three socks, runnin’ from the cops on a long road
i swear to god, i don’t rap ’bout sh-t, that i don’t know
i done seen a couple bandz and a n-gga then been dead broke
i hit my momma hand, i’m the man i gotta hold the load
sometime it’s so much on my brain that it might overload
only thing that help a n-gga, i get my daughter and hold her close
my baby and my music, only thing that keep me holdin’ on
i hope you get the message, cause this ain’t no ordinary song
have you ever been in a crowd but you felt alone
everyday stressin’, but pretending that it’s nothing wrong
it’s f-cked up in the streets and your b-tch trippin’ once you make it home
no time for these b-tches, rap about it in my songs
so i ain’t lying to these b-tches
imma go out and get it, i don’t rely on these b-tches
and my homies got faith, they say that i’m gon’ be the ticket
but i been rappin’ for so long, that i done thought about quittin’
i also made alot of money, i could flex on you n-ggas, la with mtv
spike lee took me to dinner, but i’m still in the hood
so how the f-ck am i a winner? i guess it’s cause i lost my faith
but everybody is a sinner, i been going through this pain, it cut me deeper than a splinter
i really played with cocaine, you other rappers just pretenders, really playing with them thangs
mask up and handle business, komak runnin’ through my veins
yeah i go crazy ’bout my n-ggas, i be yelling it’s a stain while i’m grippin’ on my pistol
baby g up on my face, god why you take my n-gga? i just rolled a backwood, i graduated from the swishers
i used to have a family, until they knocked me out the picture
now it’s just my momma, my big sister and lil sister
i accept the fact imma rapper and dope pusher
and imma go hard, cause i know that the world looking
i.l

- i l will

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