[Prod. by Zachary Caesar]
[Chorus]
Mask on my face
Everybody digging my grave
Everybody taking they place
Never leave a f*cking trace
God-given Grace
Any come to touch me
Come to counting on they fate
[Verse 1]
Free a mans chest, 30 22's
Tripping off a tab
That'll make a vest breakthrough
Rappers wanna call to the hall
When it's brand new
Wonder if the world ever wonder what it's come to
[Verse 2]
Coupe with the 2 seat
Matter fact, f*ck that
Only want the loose leaf
Any man running from his fear
With the most grief
Mean that a man compensate for his motif
And any needing negatives
From Caesar's f*cking relatives
I got 'em packed to narratives
They needing all they medicine
Because mostly my initiative
Is give me what my credit is
And tell me if i'm wrong
But I think that's a-f*cking-firmative
[Verse 3]
And tell me if i'm right
But shoot a pastor that shoots my family
58 years, for a triple f*cking casualty
I'll see that man down, God forgive me, very happily
Knife in his chest, only thinking naturally
[Verse 4]
I PP on that PO's desk
I'm the best with that DA defiance
And dare me with a .38, be my guest
Pull up any bracket, and i'll ace that test
[Chorus]
Mask on my face
Everybody digging my grave
Everybody taking they place
Never leave a f*cking trace
God-given Grace
Any come to touch me
Come to counting on they fate