To The Max

(album: Unfinished Business - 2023)

Yeah
We push the beef to the max, but I won't speak on the facts
I'm from them traps with the leeches and rats
Made some racks, now I'm speaking for racks
Only other language I know is how to speak to the cats
If I ever got some tats or a chain for my guy
I'm sorry to say, it's facts, somebody payed with their life
Dumb girls still tryna play with my mind (Mind)
She can never play with my mind 'cah my mind only stays on my grind

But if you slip on my side, they'll be leaving with that
Lost bro, still grieving with that
Even though we got way more [?] straps
Still I can't seem to relax
We push the beef to the max
Private joke, I'ma leave it as that
Still wonder when I'm leaving the trap (When?)
Every time I try and leave it's needing me back

'Cause you don't wake up one morning and just get to make it
Everything in life has always been 'bout steps and stages
For man never wanna play their possession in life
And then they wonder why their position in life never changes (How?)
But if I focus there's no stopping me, just listen to the proof
It's like I wanna be everywhere, except prison and the booth
I tried tell my lil' bros just to stay in school
While they see me shotting work and breaking rules
Tell me, does that make them fools?
I just wanna see you on a better path
'Cause nothing ain't ever last
Except all the chasing, the running into heavy hearts
Got my dawg a Rollie 'cause he never asked
Really had more boxes than Everlast
Got a house for bae in case she ever asked
No, I don't regret the start
But I was broke as a joke, like Kevin Hart
Except you don't get to laugh
Now I got my neck on large
Frozen ice, wouldn't even melt if I get scarf

But drip around us, they'll be leaving with that
Lost bro, still grieving with that
Even though we got way more [?] straps
Still I can't seem to relax
We push the beef to the max
Private joke, I'ma leave it as that
Still wonder when I'm leaving the trap (When?)
Every time I try and leave it's needing me back

I got a lot of haters, but I ain't got a lot of neighbors
This is Mexico, straight yolo
I ain't got no flavors (None)
My lil' nigga shameless, so you best watch your stainless
All them watches that they rocking ain't got box and papers
Tell the radio to put me on the shotter playlist
I'm still gambling every single day like my block is Vegas (Every day)
Now I'm cashing in, twenty-three racks for the last batch of [?]
Aks them, "Who's patternin'?"
Yo, I'm not gonna try and I'm not gonna lie
I'm a boss, I've flown most of my block to Dubai (I have)
When you're at the bottom, swear the only option's to rise
That's why I hand out more drugs than any doctors prescribe
Why dogs we reciding in zoos
'Round here they do what I say, Simon who?
I cash out on them ... and them diamonds too
The big four will go through a yute
And hit a yute behind him too

But slop around us, they'll be leaving with that
Lost bro, still grieving with that
Even though we got way more [?] straps
Still I can't seem to relax
We push the beef to the max
Private joke, I'ma leave it as that
Still wonder when I'm leaving the trap (When?)
Every time I try and leave it's needing me back