(We love you, Perc)

Maxo, Maxo

They say I'm rappin' over soul shit because I really sold shit

Lil' buddy asked to hold shit, now he on some ho shit

Ran off with a whole zip

Posted on the 'Grams with my grams on some bold shit

Fell out with his mans and upped that blam behind a poor bitch

Shot him in his dome quick

He got offed 'cause he was actin' like he owned shit

This street shit really make-believe, trappin', jackin' since age thirteen

I was sellin' Bubbas when Lil Bubba was in Palestine

Trappin' at the school, packin' tool, I served the faculty

You was doin' up-downs, I was walkin' in the spot with them bustdowns

Got a play from the Bay finna touch down

I could put 'em on a plane and take the bus down

Keep **** out my business, they be snitchin', I'm on hush now

Death before dishonor, it's been in me since a lil' one

Since the death of my brother, I raised his daughter like my children

Since the death of my father, I need to go back to Nigeria

Catch up with my culture, learn my roots, see where I get it from

Naija boy, I copped it, tote that chopper like I'm Burna Boy

Back on Bissonnet, I'm in the set, we totin' burners, boy

You know, sometimes, they say you can take the **** out the hood, but can't take the hood out the ****

They also say it ain't who you know, it's what you know

But what you know is who you know

I remember I was at a concert on stage, I got into it with a fan

That **** Bubba pulled me to the side like, "Naw, ****

We ain't crashin' out 'cause we went through a lot to get here, ****

And this shit mean something"

Sometimes, you gotta change your mind to shine, you feel me?

Just stay down

Nah, for real

I feel you, Maxo, I'm tellin' you

We on our way to the top, baby

Keep goin' with this shit

Yeah, uh

I was born with the hustle, had to learn how to rap

Turned eighteen, packed up and moved out

Jumped off the plane and went dunked on the trap

West Coast dope, brung it back down South

Havin' conversations with granny (With granny)

I still can't believe that she dead

Walk in the spot and I pick up the pack

And I'm sheddin' some tears while throwin' it at the shed

Do you know how it feel to be Black in America? (In America)

Shit, give me an M, I'll marry it (I'll marry it)

Put my city on my back, I carry it (I carry it)

From Motel 6 to Marriott (To Marriott)

From Motel 6 to Marriott (Shut up)

Don't correct me, bitch, you'll get knocked (Frrah)

Ayy, call that **** over there, that's my type of **** (Hello?)

I seen Maxo Kream get RICO'd on Fox