lirik lagu max b – lord tryin’ to tell me
[intro: max b]
oww! yeah
vigilante season
boss don, dame grease
let’s get ’em, yeah
[verse 1: max b]
these streets, i got ’em in a smash
if it’s worth it, throw his body to the surface
everything is picture perfect
dog i wouldn’t change a thing, got these n-gg-s hatin’ me
never once did they judge me when i couldn’t make it rain
if you see that boss don, he deliver
every song, b-tches they quiver, whenever i give ’em heavy dong
got that bezzy on my arm and it glisten like a charm, i’m the man
see jimmy, he my biggest fan, n-gg- d-mn
see i do this sh-t for fun, i was only toying with that c-ckaroach
now it’s time to ride, we got lots of c-ke
know i cop the best sh-t on the streets, why you envy?
hit me with some punani, baby don’t be stingy
baby don’t be tryna diss the boss don bigga, n-gg- no
it’s best thing that i get the dough
higher stratuspheres, i can take you there, just grab my hand
make you disappear like the magic man, tragic, d-mn
[chorus: max b]
the lord is tryna tell you somethin’ (somethin’) somethin’ (somethin’)
every morning you wake up and hit the mirror…
… then don’t know who you are (are)
po-po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it)
flushed it (flushed it)
gain greene gettin’ money, you b-tches, i hope you notice the cars, awwww
(oh why?) you can see it in my eyes, i’m tryna ride
(oh why?) you in heaven but n-body waan die
(oh why?) i love fi see a battyman cry
every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don’t know who you are
[verse 2: french montana]
we hear to stay like sickle cell
and you can tell i’m through these faces like trenton trail
montana, biggavell, on-camera, get you killed, fit the bill
cop kinda work that don’t fit the scale
n-gg-s try to counterfeit me and my n-gg-s style
i be lookin’ on that worldstar, watch a n-gg- style and try to book ’em
f-ck up your budget, the cannon bust and them shots flying
fresh outta high school to the league, mount zion
i’m like kobe with the.40, mcgrady with the.80
shaq with the mac, put a hole in your back
i’m a product of that product they be baggin’ up
c-ke boyz, prices on his head, toe-tag ’em up
you n-gg-s underpaid, went and got the london wave
gain greene/c-ke wave renegades
you know them n-gg-s gun a hot, 100 shots
you know we run the streets, what the b-mboclaat
montana, b-tch
[chorus: max b]
the lord is tryna tell you somethin’ (somethin’) somethin’ (somethin’)
every morning you wake up and hit the mirror…
… then don’t know who you are (are)
po-po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it)
flushed it (flushed it)
gain greene gettin’ money, you b-tches, i hope you notice the cars, awwww
(oh why?) you can see it in my eyes, i’m tryna ride
(oh why?) you in heaven but n-body waan die
(oh why?) i love fi see a battyman cry
every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don’t know who you are
[verse 3: max b]
back up in this sh-t again, me and dame grease we got another hit again
scratch workers in tenements
i’m innocent, wasn’t even there
people whisper when they see me like, “that’s him! that’s him! ”
benjamins, get ’em by the bunch, bullets h-t him by the bunch in his gut
he salty ’cause his b-tch a sl-t, lift her up
beat it while i’m standing, ’cause she cheated, i’m the man
pop that cannon in a jam, i was the man when i was vanned
now the b-tches do whatever i say, “baby, give me some.
fix me up. hit you with the k.” i get plenty munch
y’all n-gg-s know where he from, we harlem, b-tch
ridin’ on you f-ggots, y’all gon’ hear me come
y’all n-gg-s gon’ hear me dump (dump) at my rival crew
this 50 bag inside my shoe, 5th of grand cru
y’all know how we do, this is how we move on our enemies
kill ’em all one by one
bend ’em up in piles, i’m gon’ send ’em up to style, wow
[chorus: max b]
the lord is tryna tell you somethin’ (somethin’) somethin’ (somethin’)
every morning you wake up and hit the mirror…
… then don’t know who you are (are)
po-po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it)
flushed it (flushed it)
gain greene gettin’ money, you b-tches, i hope you notice the cars, awwww
(oh why?) you can see it in my eyes, i’m tryna ride
(oh why?) you in heaven but n-body waan die
(oh why?) i love fi see a battyman cry
every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don’t know who you are
(oh why?) you can see it in my eyes, i’m tryna ride
(oh why?) you in heaven but n-body waan die
(oh why?) i love fi see a battyman cry
every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don’t know who you are
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