Run

Patience always wins

We ride or die, stick to the code

Suddenly hearing Big L's voice, telling me to leave the streets alone

"Get a pencil and a piece of paper, and write down a fucking song

Keep the speakers on

Just loud enough to shake the dome."

I love you, Mom (I love you, Mom)

For teaching me right from wrong

Go ahead, tap my phone

All you hear is, "**** done nothing wrong."

I dash across crocodiles like a wildebeest to get my own

Peeps be like, "Where you from?"

The entire universe is my home

Fuck all of y'all that are tryna touch my door

The moment a **** be ringing the bell

That's when a **** be dying for sure

Hoes texting me; I just can't ignore

Pour some more, por favor

That's why y'all **** lost the war

It's the good, the bad, and the ugly

Sub-Saharan is lovey

Only God above me

Now the bad bitches wanna fuck me

You can be slim or busty

I'm going inside, trust me

I'm so hot

Even the government wants to fuck me

For the ones that thought Masai would quit

Y'all **** is a piece of shit

I should give you a busted lip

And put you in a fucking pit

Put your daddy on the phone

And then fully empty out my clip

Just to show you how much I really care 'bout this music shit

I do it for the kids and where I live

Some **** new to it

Who are you to tell me shit?

Even police agree it's lit

Going on hybrid flights like Popcaan in spazzing ships

Some of these rappers babies

And I ain't got time to babysit

Now you in the shit with a plastic bitch

You a toilet kit

Don't get angry at Masai

You're the **** that asked for it

So don't ever interrupt me

I'm James Brown funky

Sucker... you disgust me

Your days are numbered, Chucky

Fucker, Momma told me to knock you out

I mop the floor with these ****—fuck you talkin' 'bout