N!GHT!NGVL3! - MASK ON!

Mask on my face
And strap on my waist
Prayin that I make it back Home to Bae
Pray that God Order my steps through the day
Pray that reaction is quicker than fate
If late then you waitin in line at the gate
Got Too much at stake to be pullin out late
The only thing climbing is firing rate
Ain't talking about wedding when they the date
I love wearin masks cuz they cover my face
Love the reaction when they see the passion
In spillin the ink and it's turning out great
I'm telling you that there is so much at stake
Cuz they watching every step that you take
Thats why I stay with a mask on my face
Why I stay with a strap on my waist

Mask on my face
Strap on my waist
Mask on my face
Strap on my waist
Prayin that I make it back home to bae
Pray that I make it outta this place
Mask on my face
Strap on my waist

Learned how to hold a gun
Before I learned to hold my tongue
Fire shots at everyone
Until we got the nation stunned
When will legislation come
Laws for all because of some
I'm not sittin playin dumb
My AR got the 60 drum
Imma stand my ground
You bet I'll shoot until it's said and done
I don't play around, gimme the loot n let frustration run
I'm goin pound for pound, not layin down, not givin them a crumb
If You ain't got no rounds, Then hit the ground until salvation come

Mask on my face
Strap on my waist
Mask on my face
Strap on my waist
Prayin that I make it back home to bae
Pray that I make it outta this place
Mask on my face
Strap on my waist

License to carry
License to marry
If it get scary
License to bury
Don't want you to fear me
Just want you to hear me
Know it could get eerie
So listen up clearly
Go check it up yearly
Know safety is key
Get you a class
Pay you a fee
And when you
Blast shoot for the 3
Make sure you
Practicin gun safety

Ima 90's baby
Blick'd up daily
Call me crazy
You dont know crazy
I'll put holes in yo Mercedes
I wouldn't play me
I got alotta mo to loose than you
I got wife I gotta baby
I'm her monster she my cookie
Waay too busy
You can't book me
Labels calling agents calling
Phone off hook I'm playing hookie
Move like vets
You move like rookies
We be dem shootaz
Wit no apostrophe
You a whole bag of the bullshit
We should call you lil colostomy
Bitch
I'm from the underground
Yea
Locked in locked like Rasta's be
Yea
You say that shit look sketch
Yea
Well that's where my potnas be
Most ah ya rap about nonsense
I just wan see all my people free
Captain of the defense
Y'all get outta line n they come n find me

Written by:
Jared Hagerman, Xavier Amal

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