Revolution Lyrics – Max B
Singer: Max B
Title: Revolution
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, n#gg# 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 f#ck with n#gg#s that been from the jump
I gotta draw full of ammo I gotta sawed off pump
I got my n#gg#s they activate em they come with a phone call
Bust at the opposition he die its his own fault
Gambled ya life n#gg#
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 sh#t again
My n#gg# please
I trade you my b#tches for some weed
60 of some liquor
My music is a disease
n#gg# 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 n#gg#
All the women all the weed
Watermelon spitting seeds
In these b#tches now my children feel neglected enemies
Bowing down spit the grit
In my town this the sh#t
This a gift, this a gift, this a hit
Now every single time that the police
Come for a n#gg#
I gotta run and take cover
They tryna come for a n#gg#
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
n#gg#s tried
And I had a of hell of a team but a couple n#gg#s died
And it wasn’t no Gucci stores
Couple n#gg#s 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 f#ck with them BNB’s
I look at the sky
Them f#ckers they think could see me
I pull out the nine
Leave them f#ckers 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 n#gg#
All the women all the weed
Watermelon spitting seeds
In these b#tches now my children feel neglected enemies
Bowing down spit the grit
In my town this the sh#t
This a gift, this a gift, this a hit
I don’t know about all that sh#t
This ain’t no hit
n#gg# this for the streets
For your motherf#cking mind
Boss Don, Negro Spirituals
Gotta love it… ow!
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