lord is tryna tell ya somthin'
Singer:max b
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
whenever i give 'em heavy dong
got that bezzy on my arm and it glisten like a charm
see i do this shit for fun
i was only toying with that cockaroach
know i cop the best shit on the streets
baby don't be tryna diss the boss don bigga
it's best thing that i get the dough
make you disappear like the magic man
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
gain greene gettin' money
i hope you notice the cars
you can see it in my eyes
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
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
the cannon bust and them shots flying
fresh outta high school to the league
i'm like kobe with the.40
i'm a product of that product they be baggin' up
went and got the london wave
gain greene/coke wave renegades
you know them niggas gun a hot
you know we run the streets
back up in this shit again
me and dame grease we got another hit again
scratch workers in tenements
people whisper when they see me like