Mas Que Song Lyrics

Mas Que by Bethel Music

Blev

How the f**k them boys do it again?
Still connected with my brothers, rolling weed in the Benz
We used to split up them McDoubles when we had no ends
So where you get it, well it really depends
I treat mine like a RICO
All my niggas really on one
If you tryna make a mill’, you better treat it like a RICO
Closed mouths don’t get fed
A nigga tryna get bread is what it is

I recall as a youngin, we were starving (god damn)
In a two bedroom trailer, nigga them times was the hardest (god damn)
Making something outta nothing, you ain’t even got enough to meet the margin (no sir)
Then they wonder why I’m heartless
Phone’s still ringing, who calling? Who calling?
Big checks still coming in often
I been on a mission for too long
I eat beat like crouton
Outta my mind, my neutron
Push to start to neutral
Flow like Kama Sutra
I been elusive, nigga I’m f**king moving
Know what the hell I’m doing
Show improvement, put it inside the head
Like my sh*t tight like dreadlock yes god

How the f**k them boys do it again?
Still connected with my brothers, rolling weed in the Benz
We used to split up them McDoubles when we had no ends
So where you get it, well it really depends
I treat mine like a RICO
All my niggas really on one
If you tryna make a mill’, you better treat it like a RICO
Closed mouths don’t get fed
A nigga tryna get bread is what it is

I go and get it
A nigga been focused, never let low times take me off my mission
Had to persevere through all the bullsh*t
Makes a nigga see the vision clear as H2O
Gotta maintain my level on swole
Gotta protect everything I own
Inside my heart, inside my soul
Outta control, I feel like Bruce Banner
Elucidating, self reflecting off of shrooms in a plush hammock
Feeling like my spirit underwent some damage
That’s the price you pay when you give everything you got but they can’t understand it
It’s enough to turn a sane man manic, hyperventilating panic
Daunte Culpepper with the quick scramble
Breaking the beat down, that b**ch get dismantled
Imma need to feel the pressure, gotta elevate my level
Gotta find a way to get better
Test, test, test is my mic on?
I suffocate it like a python
A renegade, no resistance
I’m moving like Dale Earnhardt, quick to burn out
What’s the verdict?
Don’t wanna politic like Shirley Murdock
I don’t got time for the blood and murder
In the vein of the innocent, y’all niggas all impotent

How the f**k them boys do it again?
Still connected with my brothers, rolling weed in the Benz
We used to split up them McDoubles when we had no ends
So where you get it, well it really depends
I treat mine like a RICO
All my niggas really on one
If you tryna make a mill’, you better treat it like a RICO
Closed mouths don’t get fed
A nigga tryna get bread is what it is