Man, Maxo, man, when y'all gonna put me on the set, man?
Man, you ain't ready, your momma ain't about to cuss me out
Fuck that shit, man, I'm tired of this shit, man, I'm ready
Forreal man, ain't no going back, come on
Aight
Cous' dripping blood, on his handkerchief
Busted lip, 52 seconds later, now he's a crip
Ain't that a bitch
Less than a minute, life-long decision
He said he with it and committed
Now time to show little cous' the business
He said
Maxo when my partner died last year, that shit just ruined me
Age 11, shot by 12, I read it on his eulogy
Circumstances that he had
Crackhead mother, deadbeat dad
Skipping, truant every class
But he was fluent with that math
Before he banged crip, he claimed crip
He used to false flag
He screamed out murder blocc
Got caught by ops, they whooped little bro ass
Young and dummy, he's just lucky he ain't get a toe tag
Now he legit got put on Crip, just to get a imaginary badge of honor
Blue duke, JJ Redick jersey
All the homies call him throwback, he like Curry toting 30s
Still grieving about his homie, reading newsletters
He made a choice and sold his soul to the blue devil
And once you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity
God forgive but locs don't, so bible quotes they not concerning me
His mama off the yay, no yeezy
His bro got slain, can't let opps play with his name, like Jesus
Won't let him do little bro like Pookie Loc
He asked me what I do it for
Monster Cody, Raymond Lee, I bang the C like Tookie Ho
And truth be told, you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity
Have your cous' dripping blood, in the mud 'til it's burgundy
I know niggas who kill nigga
Like nah, for real, these niggas killers
Like these niggas kill more niggas than the Ku Klux Klan's members
Like these niggas kill more niggas than Ronald Reagan and Hitler
And you ain't real because you got one kill
That don't make you a killer
'Til you get down with them locs
Know what they say about them Crip niggas
You ain't a real one, 'till you kill one
You better watch your Crip niggas
Just because he call you "cous'" don't mean that he gonna Crip with you
You never made a nigga shed no blood, they won't do shit with you
Tinies, babies, infants, know your rep, play your position
All that set tripping, dissing, get you DP'd and disciplined
Little homies, big homies
You gotta know the difference
When you politicking, ain't no nigga bigger than this crippin
And once you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity
God forgive but locs don't, so bible quotes they not concerning me
His mama off the yay, no yeezy
His bro got slain, can't let opps play with his name, like Jesus
Won't let him do little bro like Pookie Loc
He asked me what I do it for
Monster Cody, Raymond Lee, I bang the C like Tookie Ho
And truth be told, you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity
Have your cous' dripping blood, in the mud 'til it's burgundy
