[Intro: Maxo Kream]
(We love you, Perc)
Maxo, Maxo
[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
They say I'm rappin' over soul shit because I really sold shit
Lil' buddy asked to hold shit, now he on some ho shit
Ran off with a whole zip
Posted on the 'Grams with my grams on some bold shit
Fell out with his mans and upped that blam behind a poor bitch
Shot him in his dome quick
He got offed 'cause he was actin' like he owned shit
This street shit really make-believe, trappin', jackin' since age thirteen
I was sellin' Bubbas when Lil Bubba was in Palestine
Trappin' at the school, packin' tool, I served the faculty
You was doin' up-downs, I was walkin' in the spot with them bustdowns
Got a play from the Bay finna touch down
I could put 'em on a plane and take the bus down
Keep niggas out my business, they be snitchin', I'm on hush now
Death before dishonor, it's been in me since a lil' one
Since the death of my brother, I raised his daughter like my children
Since the death of my father, I need to go back to Nigeria
Catch up with my culture, learn my roots, see where I get it from
Naija boy, I copped it, tote that chopper like I'm Burna Boy
Back on Bissonnet, I'm in the set, we totin' burners, boy
[Interlude: Maxo Kream & Mg Lil Bubba]
You know, sometimes, they say you can take the nigga out the hood, but can't take the hood out the nigga
They also say it ain't who you know, it's what you know
But what you know is who you know
I remember I was at a concert on stage, I got into it with a fan
That nigga Bubba pulled me to the side like, "Naw, nigga
We ain't crashin' out 'cause we went through a lot to get here, nigga
And this shit mean something"
Sometimes, you gotta change your mind to shine, you feel me?
Just stay down
Nah, for real
I feel you, Maxo, I'm tellin' you
We on our way to the top, baby
Keep goin' with this shit
Yeah, uh
[Verse 2: Mg Lil Bubba]
I was born with the hustle, had to learn how to rap
Turned eighteen, packed up and moved out
Jumped off the plane and went dunked on the trap
West Coast dope, brung it back down South
Havin' conversations with granny (With granny)
I still can't believe that she dead
Walk in the spot and I pick up the pack
And I'm sheddin' some tears while throwin' it at the shed
Do you know how it feel to be Black in America? (In America)
Shit, give me an M, I'll marry it (I'll marry it)
Put my city on my back, I carry it (I carry it)
From Motel 6 to Marriott (To Marriott)
From Motel 6 to Marriott (Shut up)
Don't correct me, bitch, you'll get knocked (Frrah)
Ayy, call that nigga over there, that's my type of nigga (Hello?)
I seen Maxo Kream get RICO'd on Fox
