Thirteen - Maxo Kream

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god

Thirteen years old when I jumped off the porch

Y’all was playing Playstation, I was playing with the torch

You got a whooping with a belt, I was whipping with the fork

I was trapping, skipping school, so I had to go to court

Thirteen years old, got down with the set

Robbing niggas with the tech,

my OG’s were smoking wet

You was running on the court, shooting shots at the net

I was running up in spots with the Glock on Bissonnet

I was twelve years old when the cops kicked the door

Had the gun to my momma, baby sister on the floor

My pops caught a fed case so the jury had to go

Had to get it ten toes, as a man I had to grow

Had to show my lil brother how to trap and get dough

Digiscale with the cup, we was bagging up the dro'

One year went by, we was selling out the 'bo

Had packs and our straps, we was posted by the store

Till my big bro Tu showed me how to get mo'

When the weed got slow, showed me how to whip the stone

Microwave or the oven, he ain’t never use the stove

Showed me how to hit licks, he a kick-door pro

My cousin Steve Dolla showed me how to break a ho

We both flipped Chelsea Jordan, that’s a long time ago

Finessing lil convo, she make dough pronto

Robbing niggas, selling drugs, getting money, all I know

A lot of y’all bluffing, I’m pimping, y’all cuffing

Same bitch, you be loving be sucking and fucking

She ain’t got no money then we not discussing

I’m shooting up niggas, no fighting, no fussing

Seen niggas get killed over making assumptions

The pistol I’m clutching, this gun ain’t for nothing

My mom know I’m evil so she call me Punken

Been fucked up, corrupted since I was a youngin'

Thirteen years old when I jumped off the porch

Y’all was playing Playstation, I was playing with the torch

You got a whooping with a belt, I was whipping with the fork

I was trapping, skipping school, so I had to go to court

Thirteen years old, got down with the set

Robbing niggas with the tech

, my OG’s smoking wet

You was running on the court, shooting shots at the net

I was running up in spots with the Glock on Bissonnet

I was only thirteen when a nigga tried to jack

I was trapping on a bike

, it was for a twenty sack

Served the nigga through the gate, but I shouldn’t done that

He only gave me two dollars, ran off with the sack

Nigga had me fucked up so I came right back

Every day on his block, posted in the cul-de-sac

Ran up on the nigga, shut him down, took his packs

Just pistol whip the nigga, I didn’t even shoot the strap

Tall tee, du-rag, Astros fitted cap

I was fighting in school, every day I had SAC

Couple years went by, started busting off gats

Had to move to Fort Bend, didn’t know how to act

Every day still came to the SWAT with the crips

With Lyndo and Lil Jordan, smoking dro, hitting licks

I was plotting every day for a scheme to get rich

Big Madu and Ali made this Kream Clicc shit

Never switched up my clique, never switched up my crips

Every lick that we hit was quick cash just to flip

Doing petty ass shit on the dream to get rich

Now I’m moving them bills, came from just half a zip

Never trust a dumb bitch, don’t put ass before chips

You get killed if you slip, keep that thing on your hip

Side talk from your lip, leave you dead in a ditch

Went from robbing for kicks, now we robbing for bricks

Thirteen years old when I jumped off the porch

Y’all was playing Playstation, I was playing with the torch

You got a whooping with a belt, I was whipping with the fork

I was trapping, skipping school, so I had to go to court

Thirteen years old got down with the set

Robbing niggas with the tech, my OG’s were smoking wet

You was running on the court, shooting shots at the net

I was running up in spots with the Glock on Bissonnet