[Max B]
Yeah
Masar, man, we back (Dj Elyes)
This my boy, Masar on the beat (This music shit is deep)
This music shit is deep
Yeah
We gon' ride
Yo, you and me, baby
[Max B]
I do this in my sleep, the most hated (Most hated), most waited
See, out of my three siblings, I was my mom's favorite
The most talented (Most talented), most gifted (Most gifted)
Most folks can't see what I envisioned (They can't see)
Most folks can't see I was in prison with seven-five
Went broke, it seemed like I was given, but, no
God gave me the strength to keep living
I thrive being a husband, I strive to be productive
Came home, bought the Richie, it was kind that they even busted (Uh)
Design from Avianne (Avianne), mines grave encrusted
French got the blue band, mines came in mustard (Yeah)
He said it would devalue, I tried to keep the clusters (I tried)
Who them niggas? I'm tired of these discussions (I'm tired)
I load the chromers, I line up these concussions (Line 'em up)
Full blown, I drive and beat the buzzer like Curry minus degree
Now it's time for repercussions
[Max B]
This music shit is deep (Deep, yeah)
You gotta be all you can be (All you can be)
The streets keep calling for me (They calling)
I'm tryna free all my genes
I done seen what I needed to see (To see)
My TV ain't reality
Mama, I made it out of that place (Made it out, mama)
Be proud of me, be proud of me
[French Montana]
Keep it a thousand ones (Stack)
I'm down in Costa Rica (Costa Rica)
I need a hundred tons (Tons)
Dubai golden Visa (Visa)
We thought they was the ones (Ones)
They ran up in the precinct (Precinct)
We came with hundred drums (Drums)
Cook up a hundred pieces (Pieces, yep)
Most prolific (Yep)
Go ballistic (Yep)
Futuristic (Yep)
You must've kissed it (Yep)
She's a eater, boss dog, kick your feet up, fist ten
I was a better, I'm first class with a greeter, we the chosen ones
Why you think we ridin' with a loaded gun?
Clog up your arteries, watch what the rosaries (Woo)
Old school, new school, need to learn
Coke Wave Boys make the bitches wet and let the money burn my tail
[Max B]
We keep the people in the streets
We guaranteed, the year was 2003
We reached out to flee
But he ain't take me seriously (Didn't take me serious)
He doubted me
Look at me, mami, I your champ (Get it, mama)
Be proud of me, be proud of me
Motion is my lotion
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