Where is Masai? (Extended Version) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, these niggas trippin', they crossin' the line

My bitch is different, she bossin' up fine

My city wishin' and plottin' too different

I moved out to get it, I'm probably gon' sign

Tired of you niggas,that's calling Masai

Sayin' that they cannot fuck with me

Yeah, they say you as good as your company

But the story been told, this the summary

One-on-one, they throw the oop, I'ma bang out

Servin' heat, I'm in the box like it's takeout

Celebratin', now she walk with her cake out

I ain't even showin' up with my face out

Yeah, yeah, yeah, like where is Masai? Like where is Masai

Where is he? Where is he? Like where is Masai

Remember those days when niggas used to talk about gettin' paid

But it came to nothin', money and fame was seemin' like a different page

But now I'm the board of discussion, now you can't touch it

Ring it, lil' baby, I'm tired of rhymin' with all of you bustas

Fuck it, head top on the roof, cause she say my mind all in the gutters

Yeah, yeah, this one for my brothers Yeah, this one for them fake niggas

Who be claimin' gang undercover Opposition rollin', gotta seek another

Got it in the mail, ain't no Danny Glover

lethal With the weapon, let it burn like Usher

Nickel in the cannon , dummy with a drummer, Coachin' like I'm Carter, christened like I'm Tucker

Just cause you got it on rush hours Covered in diamonds and bust downs

This for the fans who watchin' me doin' my dance when I hit the touchdown

First it was them, now it's us now Headshot, better duck down

Hard to show up to the show when I'm hittin' the stage

I'ma leave when it's shut down

Leave when it's shut down I check my wrist as I bust down

Hittin' myself when I touch down Actin' like you give a fuck now

We just gon' turn up and light up the show. Hold off them pictures, we right down the road

Out on them dates cause they already sold. We chasin' out platinum, we rockin' out gold

She wanna ride with me, she can slide with me She wanna, she wanna swerve and hit up Benihana.

She know I'm dreamin', thinkin' bout the commas But my watch been runnin' down, don't need a timer

Nah, nah, well shit, I've been ready to blow

Tell my lil' baby to get out the store

Cause she already know that I'm ready to go. Never gon' feel like I'm rushed through the store

They gon' open this shit when I walk through the door

Buyin' designer and shoppin' out clothes Momma keeps sayin' we doin' the most

Exotic my bitch had to get out of Vogue

Top of the list is the whip out of Ghost

Talkin' my shit while your hits goin' rogue Walk out the crib just to swerve on the road

Never gon' choke, been ahead of the game, So you know it's a lock, got the game on a hold.

Ten of 'em down, I ain't never gon' fold One in the chamber, put one in the hole

And we let it bang, feel like Mike when we call out the game

Ice my wrist like I play for the Canes Carolina, movin' on with the fame

Picture perfect, I could beat out the frame

Masai the goat, you gon' remember the name

Now they shady, they gon' say that I changed From the city where I never was claimed

Now I'm shady, puttin' niggas to shame

hot for the summer, I'm smokin' it off at the top like a sauna

Ain't got no time to entertaining no drama I'm hitting' more roads than them niggas with Lana

Caribbean beats to the ones in Bahamas From bumpin' that Drake all the way to Nirvana

We had to cuttem off just like Katanas And now it's like every city right behind us

Cause we boutta, we boutta, yeah