Back Wit Da Mask

Deep down south known to get it out the mud Never thought I’d make it out I’m sleepin by the gun Mama told me hustle up with drugs all in her gums Now she lookin at her son with that acid on his tongue im the one Not to be fucked with Callin out yo f*ck shit Yo bitch on my line tellin me she wanna suck dick I don’t want the slut bitch All they do is bum shit See it all the time Now I really never trust shit Contemplate a lot of shit I’m in the state of gloom Breaking down a package granny in the other room Homies out there buggin couple of em in a tomb Shit I’m barely livin I might see em pretty soon In and out my conscious I hope nobody gone run up Blackin out my vision and I might just make this gun jump