Goodbye

[Intro: Max B]

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Yeah, Boss Don shit for that ass

[Verse 1: Max B]

My favorite rappers was 'Pac, Big, and Jay

Nas and 50 Cent, NWA, yeah

Screaming, "Fuck cops" before them niggas (Way before them niggas)

My older brother had me pulling the trigger, yeah

Every day I was running from the law (Uh-huh)

Hit out on the competition, I'm coming for them all

Caught his ass slipping coming from the mall

He had his kid so I let him live, but

If I see him again he wouldn't get a pass

Baby want that gelatin, put it in the ass, splash (Splash)

Duffle full of cash

You ever speaking my name, I'm coming for you fast

You niggas be lollipops, cotton candy

Colder than winter, hot as Miami

The musical mercenary is back, lyrical nigga, please

I'm murdering you motherfuckers, I make 'em memories, yeah

[Chorus: Max B]

You can run with us or get run over

No more slipping, we getting older

.44 in the holster, baby, you can cry on my shoulder

Yeah, we doing what they said we'd never do

Look out the window with a layer, it’s a better view

It’s over for you niggas

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

Run with us or get run over

All you niggas are dojas

Come to coca, I'm your broker

I be having it like Sosa (Scarface)

Shipping it down to Dover (Delaware)

That's what got me the crib in Boca (Florida)

I ain't wearing no Fashion Nova (Faggot)

Y'all niggas should have a chocha (Pussy)

Y'all niggas dun-dun-dun-duns

I played it back but I love to front

You know exactly where we from

Wifey hair getting done, got an 8 ball in her bum

There Cam go, me and Charlie Rambo

40th and Lenox, we play human commando

We needed Luchini, no Camp Lo

Yo Max, I don't think they understand though (Tell 'em)

[Chorus: Max B]

You can run with us or get run over

No more slipping, we getting older

.44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder

Yeah we doing what they said we'd never do

Look out the window with a layer, it’s a better view

It’s over for you niggas

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

[Verse 3: Dave East]

I'm a boss, I'm a god

Taking pictures for the Source, dripping sauce

Foreign cars, maneuver with my ride

Out my mind for real

I be in a Uber with a bomb

Got the drop where you living, make you go move in with your mom

This .40'll make you backflip

My young bitch dropped out of school but she do my taxes

I'm on 40th knocking Max shit

I was starving, can't believe they really tried feed me with rations

I'm the hottest to come up out Manhattan since Cam was spazzin'

All day, I see cameras flashing

Dirt gang, we bandana flagging

No talk, we demanding action

Give a fuck what your man be asking

You was the toughest, them shots went off and you ran the fastest

Vacationing down in Florida, they caught him in Tampa lacking

Biggavel' when you come home, they gotta bring Grand Cru back

I just need a location to move it, I can move that

Niggas singing like Dru Hill before we even drew that

They violated, couldn't recognize him, they like "Who that?"

Pray that my niggas shoot back

[Chorus: Max B]

You can run with us or get run over

No more slipping, we getting older

.44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder

Yeah we doing what they said we'd never do

Look out the window with a layer, it’s a better view

It’s over for you niggas

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye