letra de bissonnet - maxo kream
[spoken word intro]
emeks, come here man, sit down man
get that gansta sh-t off your head man, what’s wrong with you man?
that blue bandana man, what does that mean?
take it off, take it all- you see all of that gangsta sh-t?
put it on the side man, we gonna have some real conversation
father to son
do you understand what i’m trying to tell you?
[verse]
i have my pops inside my life, but right now that sh-t don’t matter
he’d been locked up most my life, so i feel just like a b-st-rd
police kickin’ in my door, threw my momma on the floor
hpd took my pops, i bought a heat, hit the block
i was in them streets like speed b-mp, potholes, v12-auto forgiato
‘lenciaga, no red bottoms, i don’t rock no ferragamos
i was maxo kream, el chapo, dodgin’ narcos get you knocked off
black suburban swervin’ make me nervous when i’m making drop offs
used to handle rock like hot sauce, call the hot sauce get you knocked off
he ain’t got no chill, he k!ll for real, and he ‘gon blow your top off
genesee street, i took the top off, b-tch with me she took her top off
d-ck ain’t hard, she sucked me on soft, hole-in-one, her mouth like tiger
forever never, not sober, the city of double cuppers
we beefin’ this place and mothaf-ck you, your sister, your brother
i’m clutchin’ gun in my holster, beretta wet ’em like coasters
they shot my pops and my brother, so i slide with choppas like b-tter
pop toasters, let go my ego, for pesos give you a halo
locked up my pops and took my brother, so my daddy was my mother
hit the stove, stealin’ candy, got grown, start servin’ xannies
momma told me hit the do’, she ain’t want dope around her family
moved in with my grandma, servin’ grannies at my grannies
momma couldn’t stand me, say i act just like my daddy
fist fightin’ pirus, i hit the school with the ruger
had to take my .52, and hopped on five-deuce hoover
i was a young n-gg- in the streets, i ain’t know nothin’
ain’t no big homie tell me sh-t, on my own thuggin’
bad -ss, actin’ up in cl-ss, i ain’t learn nothin’
reminisce on my first lick, i hit for four onions
i turned that four into a sixteen, and now i’m road runnin’, hey
trap house scorchin’, use the stove and the oven
every time i stashed it in the house, my brother stole from me
and i was down bad, and on my -ss, n-body rode for me, hey
i was broke b-mmy, wasn’t havin’ no money, hey
ran the check up, now you wanna hold somethin’, hey
two glocks, fifty shots, that’s a whole hunnid
hit a n-gg- with two fifties, call it change for a hunnid
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