Lil Poppa - Mask On lyrics

[Intro] (We love you, Kevin) [Verse 1] They say forgive and forget, it's still some sh*t I ain't forgot I'm probably real as it get, I wish the best for all my opps 'Cause I want 'em to rest in piss off the time I thought I got hit Close my eyes and make a wish, blow a kiss at whoever shot Can't go nowhere without that heater no more, keep dissing lil' bro, gon' meet him And I can't fu*k with none of these eaters no more, keep saying that sh*t, don't mean it Reality kid, lil' ni**a, I don't dream And you wouldn't know the half of the sh*t I seen My brother been told, "Lil' ni**a, it's gon' come a time and you bettеr stand tall, Yao Ming" I smoke, can't stop, I lean When thеm pills get popped and them tears get dropped, I get high thinking 'bout Malik Ayy, brand new Glock on side of me, b*tch, part of me My lil' gangster, when she call, she trying to spoil me or swallow me Not right now, b*tch, don't bother me 1228, that's the heart of me [Chorus] This sh*t got hard for me, you got scars with me Went to war for me and got for love me ni**a, I love you Ain't got no friends, ni**a, you my brother Better watch how he move when he shoot that cutter Man on the moon, I done fu*ked the whole room Had your b*tch tell me I'm smooth like bu*ter Ayy, young ni**a, move that dope If anybody move that door, then you already know Better get your blast on, ni**a Better get your, better get your, better put your mask on, ni**a Better put your mask, better get your, better get your blast on, ni**a Better get your, better get your, better put your mask on, ni**a Your mask Better put your [Verse 2] God damn, what you heard through the grapevine? They say Too Times got facetime Dead high, I done smoked his ass eight times He want a name, give him one when he say mines In the club, play the opps, better play mines Hell nah, we ain't trying to hear no Beat Box Lil' One say he sit up in the trap all night, he ain't trying to go home, sh*t, then free pops Give a ni**a ass something to beef 'bout Give the whole world something to speak 'bout Couple hundred blues bring the freak out her She say she smoking Mookie, nothing street 'bout her And she belong to them, so the streets got her And fu*k a homeroom, I ain't need college Heard the head good, I'm trying to see 'bout it MAC with the silencer, I need silence John Wick, b*tch, I need bodies I don't want him 'round if he seem solid If he ain't solid, need to see 'bout it sh*t, if it ain't Friday, need to be Friday 'Cause I got some people I need to meet Friday 'Bout a M probably or a B probably You know we probably Them ni**as you need to see Just give me the fee [Chorus] This sh*t got hard for me, you got scars with me Went to war for me and got for love me ni**a, I love you Ain't got no friends, ni**a, you my brother Better watch how he move when he shoot that cutter Man on the moon, I done fu*ked the whole room Had your b*tch tell me I'm smooth like bu*ter Ayy, young ni**a, move that dope If anybody move that door, then you already know Better get your blast on, ni**a Better get your, better get your, better put your mask on, ni**a Better put your mask, better get your, better get your blast on, ni**a Better get your, better get your, better put your mask on, ni**a Your mask Better put your