Masquarade

[Intro] Uh, yeah [Verse 1] 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 [Bridge] Ooh, uh, uh Moves, make your moves, uh Ooh, uh, uh The game is all, uh Ooh, uh, uh The game is all- [Verse 2] 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 [Interlude] 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 [Verse 3] 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