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Max Payne
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Max Payne was released on July 3, 2026 by Enphamus as a part of the album No Biggie
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Enphamus
Enphamus
Vocals
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Vocals
Knoah Franklin
Knoah Franklin
Vocals
Quantavious Thomas
Quantavious Thomas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Knoah Franklin
Knoah Franklin
Songwriter
Quantavious Thomas
Quantavious Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Enphamus
Enphamus
Executive Producer
Beatok808
Beatok808
Co-Producer
Idontworry
Idontworry
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Turn me up in the headphones, twin
And ****, know everything I touch turn to fuckin' gold, ****
Mansa Musa in the flesh, Golden
[Chorus]
Max Payne, Max Payne, real shooter, he don't need a gun range (Bah)
Dick-ridin'-ass ****, quit pillow talkin', you should get a tongue ring
**** be gossipin'
Overcast on a Monday, come to Magic, ****, make the club rain
Throw it, throw it
Lay it down on the ground, try to buck and it gon' be a bloodstain (Blatt)
He got split for a brick, that ain't shit, welcome to the drug game
Welcome to the drug game
Aw, shit, there they go at the door, the **** better tuck chain
He won't care
He ain't even old enough for a shot, but the **** bust brains (Baow)
Kill one of mine, go to jail, get you ate like a mukbang, huh
I'm tellin' you
[Verse 1]
Two guns to the head, sex, money, murder, ****, what you bang?
Big ETG, I'm the biggest urn, pussy ****, what you claim? (Golden)
Bet you I crash out like I'm Left Eye, he try to pull a stunt for fame (Skrrt)
This shit for the be sold, not told, ****, but I'm givin' you the game
I'm tellin' you the game
[Chorus]
Max Payne, Max Payne, real shooter, he don't need a gun range
Don't need a gun range
Dick-ridin'-ass ****, quit pillow talkin', you should get a tongue ring (Pussy)
Overcast on a Monday, come to Magic, ****, make the club rain
Throw it, throw it
Lay it down on the ground, try to buck and it gon' be a bloodstain
Gon' be a bloodstain
He got split for a brick, that ain't shit, welcome to the drug game
Welcome to the drug game
Aw, shit, there they go at the door, the **** better tuck chain
The **** better tuck chain
He ain't even old enough for a shot, but the **** bust brains (Baow)
Kill one of mine, go to jail, get you ate like a mukbang, huh
Throw it, ****, slime
[Verse 2]
Put a quarter ki' on your head
You know that you're dead, my boy
We steppin' on **** like work, we turnin' your partner to murk (Yes, sir)
Twenty-five thousand, get him on a shirt
My junkie on Tony, he goin' berserk (Goin' berserk)
He don't pray to God, but he'll kill for the church
Baptize him, triple cross him the worst (Slimeball)
Before I got money, I put in my word
Before it was Percs, it was MDMA (MDMA)
Geekin' on Y's and take Xan to the face (Yeah)
A double-G gangster, a goon every day
Stick-up for money, it's licks every day (Huh?)
You front like a trapper and slimin' your face
Give me the money, I'll take off his face
I'm creepin' on ****, I feel like Max Payne, yeah
[Chorus]
Max Payne, Max Payne, real shooter, he don't need a gun range (Bah)
Dick-ridin'-ass ****, quit pillow talkin', you should get a tongue ring
**** be gossipin'
Overcast on a Monday, come to Magic, ****, make the club rain
Throw it, throw it
Lay it down on the ground, try to buck and it gon' be a bloodstain (Blatt)
He got split for a brick, that ain't shit, welcome to the drug game
Welcome to the drug game
Aw, shit, there they go at the door, the **** better tuck chain
He won't care
He ain't even old enough for a shot, but the **** bust brains (Baow)
Kill one of mine, go to jail, get you ate like a mukbang, huh
I'm tellin' you
Written by: Knoah Franklin, Quantavious Thomas
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