Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revolution, artist - Max B. Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Revolution |
| Life in the Pen |
| Never that |
| They came back for the base |
| We came with the better crack |
| I came to provide the people |
| Better tracks |
| The narratives I engage |
| 20 years in the cage |
| 20 years as a slave |
| Ni, ni, nigga please |
| Hang me from bigger trees |
| Play me my trigger squeeze |
| Ecstasy liquor chase |
| Pay him or get the ease |
| Watching him plead his case |
| Spray em or get the cheese |
| How could you fuck with niggas that been from the jump |
| I gotta draw full of ammo I gotta sawed off pump |
| I got my niggas they activate em they come with a phone call |
| Bust at the opposition he die its his own fault |
| Gambled ya life nigga |
| You reap what you sow |
| They send some killas to come and get me I reach for the four |
| I signal left in the Vee |
| Like they ain’t heard of the Don yet |
| Connections is overseas |
| Murderous contacts, yeah |
| If its a genie in the bottle then she better be a model |
| Gotta dolla to my name |
| I’m a bet it on the lotto |
| We was playing in the sin |
| Now we playing in the wind |
| Cause if I could do it over, I’m a do this shit again |
| My nigga please |
| I trade you my bitches for some weed |
| 60 of some liquor |
| My music is a disease |
| Nigga freeze |
| Put cha hands where I can see |
| They were fed the wrong description and it wasn’t even me |
| I go soft I go hard |
| Take a look at all my scars |
| Frederick Douglas, Adam Clayton |
| Malcolm X Blvd. |
| I ain’t never pull the trigger sipping brown sugar liquor |
| Even Momma call me Bigga |
| Make my money saying nigga |
| All the women all the weed |
| Watermelon spitting seeds |
| In these bitches now my children feel neglected enemies |
| Bowing down spit the grit |
| In my town this the shit |
| This a gift, this a gift, this a hit |
| Now every single time that the police |
| Come for a nigga |
| I gotta run and take cover |
| They tryna come for a nigga |
| They wanna kill us in cold blood |
| Leave us in bloody streets |
| The prophecy I fulfilled |
| Top of the money reach |
| Choppers we gone conceal |
| Pockets is on E' |
| And every time I drop I’m the hottest thing on the streets |
| We was looting |
| Niggas tried |
| And I had a of hell of a team but a couple niggas died |
| And it wasn’t no Gucci stores |
| Couple niggas ride |
| Some hammers and DVD’s |
| Couple of em fried |
| The witnesses on the stand |
| Couple of em lied |
| They want me to take a plea |
| Some pull up to hide |
| The Bentley pull up and swerve |
| Some pull up and glide |
| She fuck with them BNB’s |
| I look at the sky |
| Them fuckers they think could see me |
| I pull out the nine |
| Leave them fuckers nice and dreamy in send em up to die |
| I go soft I go hard |
| Take a look at all my scars |
| Frederick Douglas, Adam Clayton |
| Malcolm X Blvd. |
| I ain’t never pull the trigger sipping brown sugar liquor |
| Even Momma call me Bigga |
| Make my money saying nigga |
| All the women all the weed |
| Watermelon spitting seeds |
| In these bitches now my children feel neglected enemies |
| Bowing down spit the grit |
| In my town this the shit |
| This a gift, this a gift, this a hit |
| I don’t know about all that shit |
| This ain’t no hit |
| Nigga this for the streets |
| For your motherfucking mind |
| Boss Don, Negro Spirituals |
| Gotta love it… ow! |