Baccend

(album: Demon Season, Vol. 3 - 2020)

They like, "Max you the best, why you slackin'?"
Had to stop I made more off of trapping
In the stoup missed a call 'cause I'm rapping
Spar with a pot, make a rock to a baccend
I don't spring get a bag and I'm stacking
Really rap every bar is a caption
Spend a week in the trap then I'm sacking
Ask all my brothers they'll tell you what happened

They'll tell you 'bout all of us starving
For the bag they'll stuck in them charges
See my life with a pen, I'm a artist
Bag up a verse and then flood up the market
What you know about living in vaccants?
Money got slow had to practice my patience
Lost a couple of dogs to a statement
Coulda been home put the time in the basement
Caught a bag brought it back to my brothers
I can't switch I put that on my mother
Any night that you suffer, I suffer
I got it, you got it, speak up and don't stutter
Try to run up we put him in covers
He drop on the first but we gave him like 3 more
Why you diss on these beats for?
Need-a get out the booth and come play in the streets more
But they know what's the fact, yeah the gang come
Lil' bro never miss got his aim up
If you reach it, gon' teach make you famous
Had him do it for free got his name up
Get changed up, got 2 3 in my Mac with a laser
Plus the one in the head, I'm a Laker
Bro did the job 'cause he owe me a favor
Spot him and bake him

They like, "Max you the best, why you slackin'?"
Had to stop I made more off of trapping
In the stoup missed a call 'cause I'm rapping
Spar with a pot, make a rock to a baccend
I don't spring get a bag and I'm stacking
Really rap every bar is a caption
Spend a week in the trap then I'm sacking
Ask all my brothers they'll tell you what happened

They'll tell you, "We get it by any means"
Put a bag before me that's on everything
But a check for my flock, fuck a wedding ring
With a Glock for the drop the whole seventeen
Now its back in the spot get the packs in
Never pay for the weight 'cause we snatch it
Get it all from the block gotta tax him
Got the drop from bitch he was lacking
On why he was lacking
All the guns that he post and he lacking
All the fans said it never would happen
Are you dumb? Got a chance and I whacked him
We in the clapping to shoot first
From the east to the west, we on Two first
Fuck the opps, blow a chop, get a new shirt
They won't tell you the facts 'cause the truth hurts
Facts 'cause the truth hurts

They like, "Max you the best, why you slackin'?"
Had to stop I made more off of trapping
In the stoup missed a call 'cause I'm rapping
Spar with a pot, make a rock to a baccend
I don't spring get a bag and I'm stacking
Really rap every bar is a caption
Spend a week in the trap then I'm sacking
Ask all my brothers they'll tell you what happened