[Intro: DJ Big Mike] The kid Big Mike! Byrd Gang! Gain Greene! Max B! Hold your head playboy, we got you! Free Max B!
[Verse 1: Max B] I send niggas to go inside your bed The bullets will coincide with your body My motherfuckers will go upside your head I be trying to control my desires: Bitches, money, and liquor Purple on the side, my dedication to niggas They wanna follow, I ain't ready to lead When it was time to pop off I was ready to breeze But there was something in my soul that was telling me to squeeze Seen him dead, laying different, I knew he couldn't breathe Nigga you fucking with a G My alias Biggavel' Better ride your own wave, I got bitches to feel Bring my people out the hood Drop a few on the scale Even brought a couple niggas that was [?] up in jail Heard a story about my nigga Who had knew he would tell It's cause of you bitch that my nigga in jail Federales came through the fucking pen Tried to shoot me a L Got me stuck, tryna recruit me to tell
[Hook: Max B] You told me you need me, oww You told me you loved me, oww This my letter to the game Why'd you lie to me? I let you ride for free Things ain't the same You said you better take me back You better cut me slack Max, oww You also said 'til death do us part you would never walk away
[Verse 2: Max B] Take a look at the matter, it's so edgy Take a look at my swagger, I'm so ready Take my picture, I'm bad and I'm so heavy I'm so ready, ready for the game Slick-talker, I ain't have to trick fetti for you dame Bitches, they tell me I look good, I'm sexy in the Range It's like I'm cruising jet skis in the lane If the water wasn't frozen you could ski off the chain Motherfucker, I'm still here, like a [?] Make a lil something back, we still eat off of caine I don't need you, I'm cakey up in the [?] I'm the Boss Don bitch, I wear the pants in the family Naw, I ain't content with being rich and I'm good I love my niggas cause they treat me like Richie in the hood When Max leave, you gone know it with chips up in the hood Stack keys, stack cheese, that grip up in the hood
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[Verse 3: Max B] Fuck the police, coming straight from the streets Full of crack, a young nigga got it bad cause he black Got it bad cause he whack Feds caught him slipping, got a pass cause he rap The boy Max home and I'm glad that he back Glad that he focus now, glad that he rap I seen him Hummer-stuntin' in that bad Cadillac Pops tried to flea the game but they drag daddy back I'll put your body parts in them Glad baggie sacks Nigga the Dips come through in the latest toys You fucking with them boys (they them boys) I'm the realest nigga out Gold clip, cock back, time to air this nigga out No, uh-uh, I ain't trying to feel this nigga out I ain't trying to meet at the table and hear this nigga out Trying to clear this nigga out Put the gun to his chin and air it in his mouth
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