Revolution - Max B

Life in the Pen

Never that

They came back for the base

We came with the better crack

I came to provide the people

Better tracks

The narratives I engage

20 years in the cage

20 years as a slave

Ni, ni, nigga please

Hang me from bigger trees

Play me my trigger squeeze

Ecstasy liquor chase

Pay him or get the ease

Watching him plead his case

Spray em or get the cheese

How could you fuck with niggas that been from the jump

I gotta draw full of ammo I gotta sawed off pump

I got my niggas they activate em they come with a phone call

Bust at the opposition he die its his own fault

Gambled ya life nigga

You reap what you sow

They send some killas to come and get me I reach for the four

I signal left in the Vee

Like they ain’t heard of the Don yet

Connections is overseas

Murderous contacts, yeah

If its a genie in the bottle then she better be a model

Gotta dolla to my name

I’m a bet it on the lotto

We was playing in the sin

Now we playing in the wind

Cause if I could do it over, I’m a do this shit again

My nigga please

I trade you my bitches for some weed

60 of some liquor

My music is a disease

Nigga freeze

Put cha hands where I can see

They were fed the wrong description and it wasn’t even me

I go soft I go hard

Take a look at all my scars

Frederick Douglas, Adam Clayton

Malcolm X Blvd.

I ain’t never pull the trigger sipping brown sugar liquor

Even Momma call me Bigga

Make my money saying nigga

All the women all the weed

Watermelon spitting seeds

In these bitches now my children feel neglected enemies

Bowing down spit the grit

In my town this the shit

This a gift, this a gift, this a hit

Now every single time that the police

Come for a nigga

I gotta run and take cover

They tryna come for a nigga

They wanna kill us in cold blood

Leave us in bloody streets

The prophecy I fulfilled

Top of the money reach

Choppers we gone conceal

Pockets is on E'

And every time I drop I’m the hottest thing on the streets

We was looting

Niggas tried

And I had a of hell of a team but a couple niggas died

And it wasn’t no Gucci stores

Couple niggas ride

Some hammers and DVD’s

Couple of em fried

The witnesses on the stand

Couple of em lied

They want me to take a plea

Some pull up to hide

The Bentley pull up and swerve

Some pull up and glide

She fuck with them BNB’s

I look at the sky

Them fuckers they think could see me

I pull out the nine

Leave them fuckers nice and dreamy in send em up to die

I go soft I go hard

Take a look at all my scars

Frederick Douglas, Adam Clayton

Malcolm X Blvd.

I ain’t never pull the trigger sipping brown sugar liquor

Even Momma call me Bigga

Make my money saying nigga

All the women all the weed

Watermelon spitting seeds

In these bitches now my children feel neglected enemies

Bowing down spit the grit

In my town this the shit

This a gift, this a gift, this a hit

I don’t know about all that shit

This ain’t no hit

Nigga this for the streets

For your motherfucking mind

Boss Don, Negro Spirituals

Gotta love it… ow!