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why you always got dat mask on - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
yeah
it’s the dog
yeah
it’s the dog

[verse 1]
how you gone say you don’t love me
clutching that .9 cause sh*t get ugly
i lace up my boots when it comes to that money
got bad paranoia, why you moving like that
fa fa broad day, why they do him like that
narcotics i’m popping and sipping, they can’t take me out of my rhythm
he talk like a k!ller, gone make him a victim
bounce out the car then hit him
top dog in this sh*t, i’m really one of them n*ggas
do dirt on my lawn, ion be running with n*ggas
when the reaper on your ass, what you running from n*gga?
before i signed sh*t had a honeybun n*gga
imma pop this pill then change my mood
he spoke on the gang then went on the news
shoot for the stars, i aim for the moon
the world know papi a superstar
he play with that money i shoot the boy
i could cry in the booth like kenny bee
my b*tch say i keep tripping in my sleep
she ain’t seen half the sh*t i seen
they ain’t do half the sh*t we did
it was what it was and it is what it is
on a flight to miami i’m thinking about brodie
i’d do anything to get my n*gga back
i look in the mirror and put on my jacket
took three rps, it’s just one of them days
jay say brodie, you gotta eat
i hope them boys looking down proud of me
my momma need help with the bills, she got it
remember when i used to steal, go robbing
auntie come looking for deals, i got her
in love with the trenches, it made me who i am
same young n*gga sell you fifty out a gram
sleeve of heroin, go for seven hundreds
pure great dope, i ain’t stepping on it
in my hood i’m a living legend
i step on the stage, they know my sh*t
i flash my wrist, there go your b*tch
the car spun twice, jay grab that stick
he move wrong once, his ass get hit
me and sky in the sky and he f*cking the beat up
.300 blackout it’s f*cking the streets up
try and ball with big papi, he gone f*ck up you me re*up
they talk like k!llers but they duck when they see us
shh, lil brodie like to creep up
face shot broad day, f*ck his whole week up
brodie keep begging me to leave it alone
i know n*ggas who died from leaving it home
i got death on my mind ‘fore i sleep with it on me
my momma wish i stopped doing pills
my grandma hug me and pray for me
say it’s woo on me and i can’t shake it
seen a homicide as a little baby
i really say the thing, i ain’t lil baby
i told cuz i’m ready to quit this sh*t
he said “n*gga you finna get rich with this”
my back on the wall, ain’t n0body to call
but i’m good on my own, that’s why they call me the dawg
i ain’t really in the mood, told em “call me tomorrow”
i ain’t had no car, auntie let me borrow it
bm calling me, stressing me out
i got faith in the b*tch but she letting me down
ready to take baby z, ion want her around
told neph feel like i got death on the corner
ion fear sh*t b*tch imma go around the corner
n*ggas bleed like me, i’ll put this b*tch on you
slow down with the percs, my head hurts
only thing i could tell you is that for certain
in the back of the back, i could close the curtain
used to fall asleep cold cause the heat wasn’t working
fresh as a b*tch but i came from the gutter
it was me and bk, all we had was each other
i ain’t never told you n*ggas one lie
when i’m all alone, tears fall down my face
if i ain’t had this picture i wouldn’t see your face
deep down that sh*t f*ck with me every day
pour line after line, ion even wanna wake up
i’ll tell you my life, it’s some sh*t i can’t make up
abuela think i need therapy
i was high as a b*tch, i ain’t hearing it
my lil brother say i’m a superhero
only if he knew what i do to people
wallahi i pray he don’t grow up like me
my momma say i came a long way
cut my phone off, go to my dad’s grave
when i get in that mode, just leave me alone
when you talking to me, better even your tone
lil cuz stop hooping and got in the street
act like it was for him but it was really for me
got dark cloud over me, it keep raining
percs keep getting popped and i keep drinking
deep down in the hole i keep sinking
they gave brodie life, wish he could rethink it
shot a n*gga dead in his sh*t he ain’t even mean it
when they took bro, d*mn near threw up my food
these n*ggas ain’t real as they say they is
and they not gone ride like they said they was
they don’t got your back like they supposed to have it
do dirt, get dirt, that’s supposed to happen
my momma ask me do i worry about karma
only thing i fear is getting life from your honour
i get in this booth and i let my soul talk
brodie say i remind him of my old dog
fay tell me i’m ahead of my time
i was never in the back, i’m ahead of the line
f*ck with jeff, he got faith in me
block always tell me “f*ck them n*ggas”
told jeff “i ain’t gone let you down big bro”
laugh back at block like “f*ck them n*ggas”
my daughter love me and that’s good enough
all that bullsh*t jewelry, put it up
i lay down at night and get in my thoughts
they can say what they want but i’m really a boss
i really took risks to put my n*ggas on
ain’t no big “i”s or little “you”s
i’ll get in that car like ion make music
told them lil bros i’m one of them
i ain’t gone have a n*gga do sum i won’t do
bounce out broad day, that’s not a problem to me
my stepbrother used to take me to church
anytime i touch the bible it hurt
i could never explain that funny feeling
but i knew i wasn’t supposed to be in that building
i got brothers that ain’t come out my momma
if i tell you i love you, your problem my problem
he play with my man, d*mn right i shot him
mister one in the head, b*tch you know how i’m rocking
i bounce out cars, go to swinging that sh*t
lil cuz like “yeah pap, get on that sh*t!”
one me with the drac’ i’m doing my sh*t
rrr rrr rrr rrr, we came shooting that sh*t
don’t back down now, you supposed to be with that sh*t
my momma asked “boy why you doing that sh*t”
still moving that sh*t while i’m toting that sh*t
when you see him, don’t talk, just blow it, that’s it
i bend the corner i jump out the car
hook shot in the pot, kareem abdul*jabbar
i’m not a jokester, what you take me for?
hurry the f*ck up, don’t gotta make this long
big bully on the block, i’ll take your ball
watch your mouth before i break your jaw
i didn’t come for something imma take it all
demons on me, i gotta shake em off
jeff say we got a chop it and make a song
told him “bro sometimes you gotta let me vent”
my thoughts built up, i really go through sh*t
i smile so much, you don’t know that sh*t
took nine hundred dollars and poured that sh*t
i ran through that and bought more of that sh*t
it’s like five homicides i’m coping with
is there a heaven for gangsters we supposed to get?
can’t expect the n*gga to do the sh*t you would
can’t expect no n*gga to think like you
you can expect these n*ggas to do what you do
turn around then act like they ain’t get it from you
these n*ggas tony montana when they get in the booth
i’m dominic toretto when i get in the coupe
hand me some water and pass me the boot
way too high, i’m just telling you how i feel
nod out where i’m standing, like “bro you gotta chill”
for the millionth time, b*tch i don’t got a deal
my momma ask what it’d take to make me quit
i hate these conversations, they make me sick
like pap, you not even rapping, you talking
i wrote the book for the streets, i’m the author
ion care how far they took it, we go further
my momma say i act just like my father

- rx papi lyrics

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