Young Bleed]

Go get that paper Lil Pop, fuck all that drama and drag

Don't stop for nuttin my noggin just put it down with a sag

I never knew nothin better than choppin cheddar for cheese

Passin my enemies, blowin in the breeze

Don't make it no murder my nigga, niggaz die young where I'm from

Sippin on redrum, poppin til the dead drunk

Make money my nigga but keep it real doe cause Soldier boyz

be stompin in steel toes, with nuttin to live foe, ya heard me fool?

That's how I come up, that's how it go down

Niggaz and bitches make the world go 'round, without a sound

We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin

from a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty

Holla at ya boy, umeployed, in the welfare line gettin mine

smellin like a pound of paiyan, however we shine

in blind fury dodgin the judge and the jury

They wanna beat me but can't see me cause they vision too blurry

I ride from state to state, seein them checkin my plate

It's like, everywhere you go they gotta playa hate a nigga main

I do my thang from here to Maine, like it ain't no thang (What? Uhh)

Cause see you gotta let em hang main, fuck that shit



[Maxinelli]

Nigga, get your minnnnd right, cause when the timmmmme's right

Niggaz'll put yo' ass to sleep, I thinks deep (Huh bro?)

Fuck what you heard, you gots to see to believe

And if you blind to visualize a nigga chasin this cheese

Down on my knees at my bedside, sayin my grace

cause in the mornin I'll be gone a nigga makin my way, OK

I keep em jumpin like the jacks to little macks, my netti

ready for confedi and FUCK what they tryin to tell me

I'm bout to get it and the only way I know

is rappin if it don't happen I'm makin bitches hit the flo', you know

Fuck block to block hoe, it's coast to coast, and it's easy

we G and do it legit those raps with locs

On the fork but game sharper than a surgeon for scalpel

You wanna battle no hassle come let me kick it whatcha asked foe

and razzle yo' ass, nut up like heaven and hash

as my little brain's tearin the tenament blast; they pity ass

but I'm flickin my ashes stickin asses of bastards

Fieldin shit like flea flickers and kickin it with G niggaz

See what you makin with the raise at your job

is what a nigga like this here can shake two days in the mob

and I could (do what main?) be my own boss employed by the streets

I'm chasin Jakes and player haitian on Friday the 15th

with my Air Mack splendid Nike's on my feet

With weed in the air, soul secluded from the police

Cause I'm a little on the wild side, thuggin and pluggin

that make a nigga wanna jack for the fuck of it, but see

I makes peace to get the shit a nigga wish he could have

Long as you stay the fuck out they pop a brand new bag, nigga what