Testo Freestyle - Max B
Testo della canzone Freestyle (Max B), tratta dall'album Library of a Legend, Vol. 1
Uh, yeah (so focused)
We back and show you niggas, man
Wassup? uhh, ow! yeah
See how I play with it?
See how I can breeze, come back and I still stay with it?
Bet you thought I would probably spend the day with it
I started at 7 but I finished at 8 with it
Cook the beef with the rifle and let the K hit it
Took the street from the disciple and left the way with it
I left the grey Civic, left the grade A kitted
Wasn't the du-kate, the trey baked did it
Let me take you to a place where you can't escape karma
Niggas take cake and sling 8 to they own momma
It was '94, really wasn't sure, mommy came to cop
Mommy wanted 2, but she gave me 4
Thinking to myself, only made me poor
We was sellin' treys so I made her gave me more
She lost 184, prolly had the fattest ass on the block
That was when I used to flash dick
At the bitches and laugh at the cops
Still flash dick at the bitches and laugh at the cops
As I pass in the drop, got my stash in the box
Still blowin' in a hot breeze, blastin' some rock
Niggas come and go like money, I'mma last at the top
I'mma drive by on you niggas and dash to the top
I'mma cash 'cause I'm hot, got a wrist full of baguettes
And my cash in a knot
Any nigga fuck with my set and I'm blastin' the Glock, yeah
I got the motherfuckin' hash in my sock
Dro jar, glass full of pot
Play with my money I blast at your pop
Baby back up a lil' and put your ass on this cock
Nigga Oakwood, dash in the slot
Nigga coke good, splash with the scotch
Nigga no good, nigga so hood
Nigga Max B, flow oh so good
Any nigga get love, go to the show should
Run the C, beast mode, go to the shows good
I take the furniture out
Not the couch, the motherfuckin' furniture in your mouth
Make you feel like it's a furnace in your mouth
Philly cheesesteak flow, spittin' burgers out your mouth
Toss the burner and be out, bitch!
It goes 1 buildin', 2 buildin', 3 buildin', 4
That was the main goal when I was dealin' on the raw
Poppin' champagne, suds spillin' on the floor
The cockiest gang, we still illin' on the law
I'm tryna tell you somethin', I'm even iller than before
The summer ritual, we cop 4 wheelers for the boys
The way we ball'll make you think we really wasn't poor
'Cause now we stack chips from the ceilin' to the floor
So you know a nigga ready, willin' for that war
We at your front steps and we will kill you by your dog
And your kid up out your window, dog we get it on
This city's mine, do you niggas want that?
And since it's mine do you really want it back?
A thin line between this bubblegum rap
Don't cross the dun line or get your bubblegum clapped
Or I could show you how we shoot up the 40's
I promise one bleep'll have my troops go to war, B
Or bomb through your block in a coupe lookin' sporty
There's nothin' you could do with me shorty
I'm a G, shit they got me for a shootin' in court, B
Bullets melt your face like hot soup on a frosty
You shoulda stayed in place, the wrong move could be costly
I'm from the old school, we would hoop 'til we fall, B
Got foul, went to the car, came back and shoot up the court, B
450 Power, catch me movin' on horsies
That 24 powder paint, shoes lookin' glossy
And it's my duty to floss, B
What you gonna do with me shorty?
Dipset, eastside, we tryin'
Ain't nothin' changed, I'm back out in this bitch
Jim Jones, capo status, New York Shredda man
One Eye Willy, the goonie goobers will come get you
That's Dipset, Byrd gang, the new Black Panthers
Call me Malcolm X, Geronimo Pratt
The voice of resistance, pretty Jonesy, what have you
Don't get your ass fucked up or stuck up
Eastside, Dipset
And I ain't hear my name get mentioned yet for the record
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Writer(s): Max Donald Mackinnon, Jonathan Vincent Notley
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