Max B (feat. Joe Fox)

Buccaneers of rugged gear, ****, fuck a fear

One, since year one, I've been thuggin' here, yeah, uh

Whole shit is ours, you in awe, please don't get involved

This is war, walk around a frame with blaze up in this jaw

Behind prison walls, **** lickin' balls, pause

Different cause, restricted laws, damn if I don't break up in the mall

Prison yard, prison guard, no principal

Tension on your friends and all, commissary missin' like your sibling's paw

Uncle Tom, please don't make my sentence long

Granted, what I did was wrong, pigs don't show remorse if you admit it all

Missing ma, hope that she don't miss the call

Admitted that she'll never visit, like the hard-headed never listen, Lord

So tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to eat?

The rich is gettin' richer, the poor is growin' weak

My brother died up in the streets, may he rest in peace

**** got heat like Pusha T, get it cheap, uh

Flacko, how you been? Where you at? I've been kickin' back

Relax, place down my favorite thinkin' cap, scratch my **** neck

Hitta chitta chat, this and that, A$AP diplomats

I'm missin' Max, wish that they could bring the **** bigger back

(I wonder, layin' in my bed)

(Am I still too young? Am I still too young?)

(And I hold back, thoughts runnin' through my head)

(Did I fuck it up? Did I fuck it up?)

It's like I lace up my boots and call my troops lately

Traded all my hoodie rap for all my suits lately

I'm 26, but I've been livin' in my youth lately

Pull my wisdom, but I still spit it like my toothache me

Duck shots, motherfuck cops, what a blood clots

All I gots is my word and my balls, and my one cock

Pause, buck shots fly, my young buck died

Passed away from a stray from some fake tough guy

Now this the kind of story that should make doves cry

Fuck that, this the story that should make thugs cry

Dry your eyes, older sis', hold 'em close, watch 'em switch

Give 'em kiss in the midst of all of this, ain't too late to pause or skip

(I wonder, layin' in my bed)

(Am I still too young? Am I still too young?)

(And I hold back, thoughts runnin' through my head)

(Did I fuck it up? Did I fuck it up?)

(And I wonder as I'm layin' in my bed)

(Am I still too young? Am I still too young?)

(And I hold back, thoughts runnin' through my head)

(Did I fuck it up? Did I fuck it up?)

(And I wonder as I lay down in bed

(Am I still too young? Am I still too young?)

(And I hold back, thoughts runnin' through my head)

(Did I fuck it up? Did I fuck it up?)