Max B

Album: At.Long.Last.A$AP (2015)
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  • Buccaneers of rugged gear, nigga fuck a fear
    One, just year one, I've been thuggin' here, yeah
    Whole shit is ours, you in awe, please don't get involved
    This is war, walk around a frame with blaze up in this jawn
    Behind prison walls, nigga lickin' balls, pause
    Different cause, stricted laws
    Damn if I don't break up in the mall, prison yard, prison guard
    No principal, detention on your friends and all
    Commissary missing like your sibling's paw
    Uncle Tom, please don't make my sentence long
    Granted what I did was wrong
    Pigs don't show remorse if you admit it all
    Missing ma, hope that she don't miss the call
    Admitted that she'll never visit, like the hard headed never listen, Lord
    So tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to eat?
    If the richer's getting richer, the poor's growing weak
    My brother died up in the streets, may he rest in peace
    Niggas got heat like Pusha T, get it cheap
    Flacko how you been, where you at? I've been kickin' back
    Relax place down my favorite thinking cap, scratch my nigga neck
    Hitta chtta chat, this and that, A$AP diplomats
    I'm missing Max, wish that they could bring the nigga bigger back

    I wonder, laying in my bed
    Am I still too young, am I still too young?
    And I hold back, thoughts running through my head
    Did I fuck it up, did I fuck it up?

    It's like I lace up my boots and call my troops lately
    Traded all my hoodie rap for all my suits lately
    I'm 26 but I've been living in my youth lately
    Pull my wisdom, but I still spit it like my tooth ache me
    Duck shots, mother fuck cops, what a blood clarts
    All I gots my words and my balls and my one cock
    Pause, bug shots fly, my young buck died
    Passed away from a stray, from some fake tough guy
    Now this the kind of story that should make doves cry
    Fuck that, this the story that should make thugs cry
    Dry your eyes older sis, held 'em close, watch 'em switch
    Gave 'em kiss in the midst of all of this
    Ain't too late to pause or skip

    I wonder, laying in my bed
    Am I still too young, am I still too young?
    And I hold back, thoughts running through my head
    Did I fuck it up, did I fuck it up?
    I wonder, laying in my bed
    Am I still too young, am I still too young?
    And I hold back, thoughts running through my head
    Did I fuck it up, did I fuck it up?
    I wonder, laying in my bed
    Am I still too young, am I still too young?
    And I hold back, thoughts running through my head
    Did I fuck it up, did I fuck it up? Writer/s: Hector Delgado, Unknown Writer
    Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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