masked up
Nice—glad Cold Streets is done. Here’s a hard, atmospheric set of lyrics for "Masked Up" that fits the drill theme and the vibe of No Peace in the Trenches: --- Masked Up – N.N.L coppa [Chorus] Masked up, can't see my face, Glide through ends, no time to waste. Ops on watch, we switchin’ plates, Late night lurk, no court, no case. Heart gone cold, I don't feel no way, Talk on tracks but they don't play. Masked up deep in the devil’s lane, One wrong step and you're etched in flames. [Verse 1] Gloves on tight, no prints, no slips, Stealth mode on in the whip, no drift. Phone on mute, no trace, no ping, Life in the field ain't no sweet thing. Seen bro dash with a blade in hand, Whole block shook when we took that stand. Came from the mud, no silver spoon, Now it’s 3 AM and we spin by moon. [Chorus] Masked up, can't see my face, Glide through ends, no time to waste. Ops on watch, we switchin’ plates, Late night lurk, no court, no case. Heart gone cold, I don't feel no way, Talk on tracks but they don't play. Masked up deep in the devil’s lane, One wrong step and you're etched in flames. [Verse 2] Ten toes down when the pressure rise, All black fit, no compromise. Look in my eyes, that’s war inside, Can’t show fear when you walk with pride. From council flats to estate tales, Hood full of dreams but the system fails. So we move with rage in a silent pack, Tryna make it out, but we stuck in traps. [Outro – Spoken, echoed] Masked up… streets got rules, Play for keeps, or you play the fool. Silhouettes in the dark, no peace, no t
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Nice—glad Cold Streets is done. Here’s a hard, atmospheric set of lyrics for "Masked Up" that fits the drill theme and the vibe of No Peace in the Trenches: --- Masked Up – N.N.L coppa [Chorus] Masked up, can't see my face, Glide through ends, no time to waste. Ops on watch, we switchin’ plates, Late night lurk, no court, no case. Heart gone cold, I don't feel no way, Talk on tracks but they don't play. Masked up deep in the devil’s lane, One wrong step and you're etched in flames. [Verse 1] Gloves on tight, no prints, no slips, Stealth mode on in the whip, no drift. Phone on mute, no trace, no ping, Life in the field ain't no sweet thing. Seen bro dash with a blade in hand, Whole block shook when we took that stand. Came from the mud, no silver spoon, Now it’s 3 AM and we spin by moon. [Chorus] Masked up, can't see my face, Glide through ends, no time to waste. Ops on watch, we switchin’ plates, Late night lurk, no court, no case. Heart gone cold, I don't feel no way, Talk on tracks but they don't play. Masked up deep in the devil’s lane, One wrong step and you're etched in flames. [Verse 2] Ten toes down when the pressure rise, All black fit, no compromise. Look in my eyes, that’s war inside, Can’t show fear when you walk with pride. From council flats to estate tales, Hood full of dreams but the system fails. So we move with rage in a silent pack, Tryna make it out, but we stuck in traps. [Outro – Spoken, echoed] Masked up… streets got rules, Play for keeps, or you play the fool. Silhouettes in the dark, no peace, no t
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