Max B - Revolution Lyrics
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    Revolution

    [Intro]
    It's the revolution, baby
    Oh, they televising this shit right now
    (It's my boy Masar on the beat)
    (DJ Elyes)

    [Verse 1]
    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, twenty years in the cage
    Twenty years as a slave, ni-ni-nigga please
    Hang me from bigger trees
    Play me, my trigger squeeze
    Ecstasy liquor chase, pay me 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 got a drawer full of ammo, I got a sawed off pump
    I got my niggas, I activate 'em, they come with a phone call
    Bust at the opposition, he die, it's his own fault
    Gambled your life, nigga, you reap what you sow
    They send some killers to come and get me, I reach for the four
    I signal left in the V like they ain't heard of the Don yet
    Connections is overseas, murderous contacts
    If its a genie in the bottle, then she better be a model
    Got a dollar to my name, I'ma 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'ma do this shit again
    My nigga, please, I'll trade you my bitches for some weed (Come on)
    Sixty of some liquor, my music is a disease
    Nigga, freeze, put your hands where I can see
    They were fed the wrong description and it wasn't even me

    [Chorus]
    I go soft, I go hard, take a look at all my scars
    Frederick Douglas, Adam Clayton, Malcolm X Boulevard
    I ain't never pull the trigger, sipping brown sugar liquor
    Even mama call me bigger, make my money, say it, nigga
    All the women, all the weed
    Watermelon spitting seeds
    And these bitches not my children, feel neglected [?][1:36]
    Bowing down, spit the grit
    In my town, this the shit
    This a gift
    Yeah, this a gift
    Yeah, this a hit

    [Verse 2]
    Now every single time that the police come for a nigga
    I gotta run and take cover, they tryna gun for a nigga
    They wanna kill us in cold blood, leave us in bloody streets
    The prophecy I fulfill top of the money reach
    Choppers, we gon' conceal, pockets is on E
    And every time I drop, I'm the hottest thing on the streets (Hottest thing, baby)
    We was looting, niggas tried
    And I had a of hell of a team, but a couple niggas died
    And we was in no Gucci stores, couple niggas buy it
    Some hammers and DVDs, couple of 'em fried
    The witnesses on the stand, couple of 'em lied
    They want me to take a plea, some pull up and hide
    The Bentley pull up and swerve, some pull up and glide
    She fuck with them BNBs, I look at the sky
    Them fuckers they think could see me, I pull out the nine
    Leave them fuckers nice and dreamy and send 'em up to die

    [Chorus]
    I go soft, I go hard, take a look at all my scars
    Frederick Douglas, Adam Clayton, Malcolm X Boulevard
    I ain't never pull the trigger, sipping brown sugar liquor
    Even mama call me bigger, make my money, say it, nigga
    All the women, all the weed
    Watermelon spitting seeds
    And these bitches not my children, feel neglected [?]
    Bowing down, spit the grit
    In my town, this the shit
    This a gift
    Yeah, this a gift
    Yeah, this a hit

    [Outro]
    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

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