the sky [x2] Remember when I leave, That the one in the mirror ain't me, It's just someone that I call B.O.B, It's kinda me but it's not, It's just a mask
number 1 fan, but from the stage Know it's hard to see way up in the stands I understand, but damn [x2] Wishing I could be that one man, but you juggle
fast when I blow past That they can't BREATHE In the presence of the man Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man You betta
be Jeezy out shinin' everybody (yup) ready for the show, you can call me the light man (diamonds on my damn chain) you can call me the bright man see
[Fabolous:] Ya boy is back man Ghetto Fab nigga Street Fam Guess who Whats hood? Ya'll niggas think I'm twisted huh? But act up and come see how drunk
this city, where ashes fall a living tombstone that takes your mind in bliss tattooed voices where we all fall down... broke down the door to masks and
face Think I keep it real, but I keep it fake Think I'm ahead, but I'm the ass Man I'm really sick, I really need a mask Woof! [Chorus] And now it's
(feat. Avery Storm) I told ya! WHAT?! I told ya she liked... HOW DO YOU KNOW?! She told me. She said she's never had a man stir up all these feelings
possessions you possess and they can't keep your spirit full You need to hear it fool but you don't wanna listen cause You're so fa full of your sa self man
tape drop [Z-Ro:] It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads strictly for cash Taking out contracts on haters, with my beam and a mask You can
Ro] Mo City motherfucker, run and hide I got 17 in the clip, plus I got one inside The chamber leaving no remainders, I display myself And put my mask
nigga, that was sat down at our table and fed Would turn on the streets, and roll with the FED's I loved this nigga, now I roll around With a mask and
I done linked up, with Presidential (Mussilini) [Mussilini] Man look I be flipping, Expedition Six wood tipping, that boy must of been fishing Cause he pull out so, many keys Man
over I'm trying to keep my head on, but it's rolling off my shoulders When I lost my people god damn, my heart was pumping colder Shedding crocodile tears, man
is put my trust up in my glock Z-Ro the ghetto rap versus the world but could I lose But even though I'm still paying dues, I'm still the last man standing
in my stash Got me mad, whipping up my mask and my 4-5 Dipping in my cheve looking for shit to go down For my real ass players, man, they don't want me