lord is tryna tell ya somthin'

Singer:max b

oww! yeah

vigilante season

boss don

dame grease

let's get 'em

yeah

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 niggas 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

bitches 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

nigga damn

see i do this shit for fun

i was only toying with that cockaroach

now it's time to ride

we got lots of coke

know i cop the best shit 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

nigga 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

damn

the lord is tryna tell you somethin' somethin'

every morning you wake up and hit the mirror.then don't know who you are

po-po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it

flushed it

gain greene gettin' money

you bitches

i hope you notice the cars

awwww

you can see it in my eyes

i'm tryna ride

you in heaven but nobody waan die

i love fi see a battyman cry

every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don't know who you are

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

niggas try to counterfeit me and my niggas style

i be lookin' on that worldstar

watch a nigga style and try to book 'em

fuck 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

coke boyz

prices on his head

toe-tag 'em up

you niggas underpaid

went and got the london wave

gain greene/coke wave renegades

you know them niggas gun a hot

100 shots

you know we run the streets

what the bumboclaat

montana

bitch

back up in this shit 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!"

Lyric Context: lord is tryna tell ya somthin' - max b