THEY SAY

(альбом: WEIGHT OF THE WORLD - 2021)

And they say Maxo a bitch, they say Maxo a ho
He got rich and he dipped, don't come around no more
They say he switched on his clique, yeah, he turned on his bros
And he ain't pimping a bitch, he out here tricking on hoes
He ain't flipping no bricks, he ain't shipping no birds
Slanging grammies and nicks, but he think he the plug
Like he shooting up shit, like he really a thug
And he ain't really a Crip, he used to be with them Bloods
He scream out, "Hoover Deuce", but he fuck with them 60's
You ain't no ScHoolboy Q, and you ain't Crippin like Nipsey
He bet' not come to the block, don't step a foot in the set
'Cause if he do, he get robbed, we strip his jewels off his neck
'Cause he ain't toting no Uzis, he ain't no dropping no bodies
He ain't popping like Uzi, he ain't icy like Yachty
He been rapping too damn long, when he dropping the album?
He put Playboi Carti on and then that nigga surpassed him
Cap rapping like you trapping hard and selling keys, nigga, please
You ain't trapper, you just selling weed
But let him tell it, he the plug and he got everything
I heard he tricking on a bitch, he give her everything
That nigga just a rapper, fat Black bastard
Bitch ass nigga, fuck you and your daddy
Credit card scamming, there ain't shit to talk about
You fake rap, duck ass nigga, shut your gap mouth

Fuck Maxo
He ain't a Crip, fuck Maxo
Nigga talking 'bout he be in the hood
Who he think he is?
Think he an Alief vet?

Must be forgetting I'm the same one from the trenches
Started making rap money, niggas started acting different
Sad nigga with his bag, I was a broke happy nigga
Pocket watching all my spending, said I'm dead wrong
Hate to see me living, they won't love 'til I'm dead gone
Yeah, day one niggas turned to killers
Paper Backwood, Swishers, tryna smoke me like a damn bong
Like we ain't slang that rock for paper, toting scissors
Told you niggas, worked my ass off, so how I owe you, nigga?
'Cross the globe, took you to my shows, done bought poles for niggas
Lou and Ghost died, I even tried to buy some poles for niggas
Put my cash on Instagram and post it like you stole it from me
'Posed to be my homie but you turned around and hoed me
Left me by my lonely, I ain't stressing, bitch, I'm straight
Maxo Kobe, switch my number, had to leave that Section 8
I threw 2-4's on my Lambo, Texas Forgiato plates
I wasn't stingy with my cake, I let you have some
Go to jail and never wait because I paid the bail's bond
Sent him upstate, I bought him iPhones and some Samsungs
Hurt me great, and I hate I had to make this damn song
Daddy doing years, free my brother, bring Ju home
Shedding tears at Mmadu Biosah tombstone

And they say Maxo a bitch, they say Maxo a ho
He got rich and he dipped, don't come around no more
They say he switched on his clique, yeah, he turned on his bros
And he ain't pimping a bitch, he out here tricking on hoes