Mask Rider Black

I got a black mask for this fashion Killa City you know I get active I'm from the hood I keep cheese in the mattress Said you getting money that shit in the past tense Shout out to jig had me in a cat So when I get on man I gotta have it Buy mama a crib so she living lavish These Niggas my sons feel like Steve Nash I made it rain in the hardest way I don't feel like taking no calls today You had my heart threw it all away I stand on my money I'm tall today I'm number one I'm shooting my shot it's going in like Penny Hardaway Shout out to my bitch I call her Bae If she needs some love and one call away Nigga I'm with it I put that chop to yo fitted She a bop man I just hit it and quit it I'm pimping these Niggas be simping Know Panthers Like Christian Feeling froggy then Ribbit My target I'm hitting Fuck niggas I'll end em I got a black mask for this fashion Killa City you know I get active I'm from the hood I keep cheese in the mattress Said you getting money that shit in the past tense Shout out to Jig had me in a cat So when I get on man I gotta have it Buy mama a crib so she living lavish These Niggas my sons feel like Steve Nash I got a black mask for this fashion Killa City you know I get active I'm from the hood I keep cheese in the mattress Said you getting money that shit in the past tense Shout out to Jig had me in a cat So when I get on man I gotta have it Buy mama a crib so she living lavish These Niggas my sons feel like Steve Nash I got a black mask for this fashion I got a black mask for this this fashion I got a black mask for this fashion Don't fuck wit me it could get tragic I killed em then I lashed em I killed em I and I lashed em I killed em then I lashed em Trash bag him Bag him Spot em I get his ass gone Fucking that bitch man I give her the bone Fucking that bitch I'm the morning She wanna fuck in the morning I hit her I'm making her moan I hit her I'm making her moan Yeah Yeah Yeah Rockstar shit Rockstar shit This is some Rockstar shit And I'm not to be fucked with Not to be fucked I fuck on his bitch I really do this shit I get it I I get it I I get it I I get it I I get it I Jayforeign he freaked this mothafucka I get it I freak this mothafucka Like Giannis I freaked this mf

Black rider, black rider, you've been livin' too hard Been up all night, have to stay on your guard The path that you're walkin', too narrow to walk Every step of the way, another stumblin' block The road that you're on, same road that you know Just not the same as it was a minute ago Black rider, black rider, you've seen it all You've seen the great world and you've seen the small You fell into the fire and you're eating the flame Better seal up your lips if you wanna stay in the game Be reasonable, mister, be honest, be fair Let all of your earthly thoughts be a prayer Black rider, black rider, all dressed in black I'm walkin' away, you try to make me look back My heart is at rest, I'd like to keep it that way I don't wanna fight, at least not today Go home to your wife, stop visiting mine One of these days I'll forget to be kind Black rider, black rider, tell me when, tell me how If there ever was a time, then let it be now Let me go through, open the door My soul is distressed, my mind is at war Don't hug me, don't flatter me, don't turn on the charm I'll take a sword and hack off your arm Black rider, black rider, hold it right there The size of your cock will get you nowhere I'll suffer in silence, I'll not make a sound Maybe I'll take the high moral ground Some enchanted evening I'll sing you a song Black rider, black rider, you've been on the job too long

This is I pull up with a black mask I got some shooters that park up and hit 'em, they go for a big bag He tryna talk like he with it But he showin' different, it turn to a toe tag He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass He get turned to a throwback I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on You say "Who made the beat?", don't be a fool, uh You know I keep it cool I could be trippin', depend on my mood I got designers, just look at the shoes They say they with it but won't make a move (woo, woo, woo) They know that shit come with hate and the news Like a mechanic, I be with the tool But I got some hitters and I let 'em loose I spent a hundred-fifty on the other wrist 'Cause I ain't feelin' like I spent enough I just be coolin', chillin' in my lane All them niggas really tryna play it tough I know I'm really early in the game But I seen a lot and I done had enough I got some mixed emotions deep inside And I spend my time tryna gear it up, oh I pull up with a black mask I got some shooters that park up and hit 'em, they go for a big bag He tryna talk like he with it But he showin' different, it turn to a toe tag He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass He get turned to a throwback I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on I pull up with a black mask I got some shooters that park up and hit 'em, they go for a big bag He tryna talk like he with it But he showin' different, it turn to a toe tag He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass He get turned to a throwback I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on You say "Who made the beat?", don't be a fool, uh Don't talk out your mouth 'less you know the cost It be a hundred niggas with blue flags surrounding your yard I spin in a Wraith, yeah Yeah, I'm shootin' up stars (shootin' up stars) I'm like "Alhamdulillah" I'm like "Alhamdulillah" Say I got a big bag (yeah) Hundred round clip in the Goyard, that's a Goyard Why you tryna get up in my section? Lil' nigga, we do not know y'all, huh I got a hundred killers in my section ready to show off Do a hit, then show off I pull up with a black mask I got some shooters that park up and hit 'em, they go for a big bag He tryna talk like he with it But he showin' different, it turn to a toe tag He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass He get turned to a throwback I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on (brr, brr, brr, brr, brr) I pull up with a black mask I got some shooters that park up and hit 'em, they go for a big bag He tryna talk like he with it But he showin' different, it turn to a toe tag He can get left in the past if he talk out his ass He get turned to a throwback I got some shooters that blast if they see what he on You say "Who made the beat?", say "Who made the beat?" Don't be a fool You know I keep it cool