Lyrics Mee - Mastad0n

Treating work like a praise, make you give it up
Made a move on the plane with the semi tucked
If you′ll let me honest, don't get me buck
Got three fives of exotic for fifty bucks
I′ve been praying to God I don't get the strap
I've been broke as a joke, ain′t no laughing back
I′ve been praying those niggas don't get me back
I just want my dead homies to hit me back
Treat your work like a praise, make you give it up
Made a move on the plane with the semi tucked
If you′ll let me honest, don't get me buck
Got three fives of exotic for fifty bucks
I′ve been praying to God I don't get the strap
I′ve been broke as a joke, ain't no laughing back
I've been praying those niggas don′t get me back
I just want my dead homies to hit me back

Before you let me go
Just hold me how you feel

Treating work like a praise, make you give it up
Made a move on the plane with the semi tucked
If you′ll let me be honest, don't get me buck
Got three fives of exotic for fifty bucks
It′s ironic I'm feeling trapped in the trap
I can leave in the bimmer or in the ′lac
Owe me bread, I'm on heads like a fitted cap
Ain′t no playing with work when the boss back

I'm so cold with it I spent the summer falling back
Spring into winter, Masta coming back
Spring into winter, Masta on attack
Spring into winter, Masta on attack
I'm so cold with it I spent the summer falling back
Spring into winter, Masta coming back
Spring into winter, Masta on attack
Spring into winter, Masta on attack

(Nah real spill shit)

Uh, you know that it′s cool
I′ve been in a mood
I'm still in the hood with the moves and I never even made the news
I′ve got nothing to prove
On the power line hanging my shoes
ATF been trying to hang up the crew
In the A trying to figure out what we gone do
Never ran, nigga why would I start now?
Ain't no act, but I′m playing my part now
I can't sleep with this war going outside
Almost thought about calling the reverend now
But the church will help me for a fair amount
Niggas hot over feelings like pheromones
Skeletons in your closet, I got better bones
I ain′t living right, I know I'll be dead and wrong

Before you let me go
Just hold me how you feel
Before you let me go
Just hold me how you feel

I'm so cold with it I spent the summer falling back
Spring into winter, Masta coming back
Spring into winter, Masta on attack
Spring into winter, Masta on attack
I′m so cold with it I spent the summer falling back
Spring into winter, Masta coming back
Spring into winter, Masta on attack
Spring into winter, Masta on attack

Treating work like a praise, make you give it up
Made a move on the plane with the semi tucked
If you′ll let me honest, don't get me buck
Got three fives of exotic for fifty bucks
I′ve been praying to God I don't get the strap
I′ve been broke as a joke, ain't no laughing back
I′ve been praying those niggas don't get me back
I just want my dead homies to hit me back
Treat your work like a praise, make you give it up
Made a move on the plane with the semi tucked
If you'll let me honest, don′t get me buck
Got three fives of exotic for fifty bucks
I′ve been praying to God I don't get the strap
I′ve been broke as a joke, ain't no laughing back
I′ve been praying those niggas don't get me back
I just want my dead homies to hit me back