THE MASSES lyrics
by Your Stepdad
[Intro: Cosznmo]
Olly
Yeah, uh
Yeah, serving the rock, how I— (Uh, damn)
Serving the trench, how I— (Uh, damn)
Serving the trench, how I cleared up the— (Uh)
Serving the trench, how I cleared up the masses
Serving the trench, how I— (Uh, yeah)
Serving the trench, how I— (Uh, hold on)
Serving the— (Uh, yeah, ah, we love you, Coz)
[Verse 1: Cosznmo and Your Stepdad]
Serving the trench, how I cleared up the masses
Shoot through the lens like I needed some glasses
Got hit in his eye, but he still got some lashes
Couldn't see where we shot him, we using the flashes (Damn)
She giving good brain, so I hope that she passes
Glock 'bout to burn him, we smoking his ashes
Made a band out the back of the coupe, I ain't crashing
Told her listen to Coz if she needed a caption
Counting my figures, that come from my actions
Never fall off, got unlimited traction
Aligning the beam to his head for subtraction (Damn)
Chop' left him crooked, I call him refraction
Painting her face, I done made an abstraction
Hit him with twenty, I turned him to Jackson (Huh)
[Verse 2: Your Stepdad and Tae Retro]
Hit him with five like I ran with the Jacksons
Cracking his ho, almost broke my glasses
Feel like an angel, I float with her lashes
Get you some money, you bogus for asking (Uh, huh)
I get a flow and I might not stop
Baby, no teeth, don't bite my— (Uh)
Told her I'm socially anxious when I get around her, I just wanna talk to the box (Uh, huh)
You call me loser, but she call me pops (Yeah)
Most of my lyrics be off of the top
f*ck with the opps, you prolly a cop
Get brodie to drop, you 'bout to get dropped
Retro and Coz, so 'Wop can't flop
Give me my time, then I fade bops
I'm not a fan of ménage à trois (Hold on, Tae Retro)
[Verse 3: Tae Retro]
Let me just change the aesthetic
If he want a verse, I'll run 'em an arm and a leg, and no, I ain't talking prosthetic
The style in my jeans, I think it's genetic
He not really shooting, it's just a cosmetic
The justice I serve in the stu' got me looking like 'Pac, the flow is always poetic