Masked Up C Dot Castro (Ft. Logic)

[Chorus: C Dot Castro]
Ayy, masked up
I’m finna hit a lick on these niggas
Went down, now I’m back up
I done did a trick on these niggas
Fuck running a bag up
I’m finna hit a sprint on these niggas
Man you better back up
Cause we finna act up (Act, ac-, ac-)

[Verse 1: C Dot Castro]
Spinning the block in the whip with the ch-ch, mm
Imma let that bitch rip ‘til it click-click, mm
If we miss, we gon’ do the same shit with a twist
Spin it back like a ereh-ereh mix, mm
Got that dope when you itch for the quick fix
My whole life I’ve been running with misfits
My whole life I’ve been up in the trenches
This shit ain’t really on me, it’s in me
Back in the day I was bummy and dingy
Now I’m on the up and up, I’m ascending
Always tried to be so loving and friendly
Now you can’t get nothing from me, I’m stingy
Stuck in the envy, not fucking with many, I’m clutching the semi
Don’t trust ‘cause I know that they want to come get me just ‘cause he is winning
They thought it was over, it’s just the beginning
Down on my luck, I swear nothing was giving
Fucked around and got stuck up in a penitentiary
Deep down, I knew though that something was pending
Started plotting the come up of the century
Demons told me quit, they wasn’t convincing
What’s a couple Benji’s?
Won’t stop until I am abundantly living
The cup runneth over, I still put in work like the cup runneth empty