Max B - Revolution lyrics

(Intro) Its The Revolution Baby Oh they televising this right now (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 20 years in the cage 20 years as a slave Ni, ni, ni**a 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 fu*k with ni**as That been from the jump I gotta draw full of ammo I gotta sawed off pump I got my ni**as they activate em They come with a phone call Bust at the opposition He die its his own fault Gambled ya life ni**a 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 (Bridge) 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 sh*t again (Hook) My ni**a please I trade you my b*tches for some weed 60 of some liquor My music is a disease ni**a 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 ni**a All the women all the weed Watermelon spitting seeds In these b*tches now my children feel neglected enemies Bowing down spit the grit In my town this the sh*t This a gift, this a gift, this a hit (Verse 2) Now every single time that the police Come for a ni**a I gotta run and take cover They tryna come for a ni**a 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 ni**as tried And I had a of hell of a team But a couple ni**as died And it wasn't no Gucci stores Couple ni**as 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 fu*k with them BNB's I look at the sky Them fu*kers they think could see me I pull out the nine Leave them fu*kers nice and dreamy in send em up to die (Hook) 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 ni**a All the women all the weed Watermelon spitting seeds In these b*tches now my children feel neglected enemies Bowing down spit the grit In my town this the sh*t This a gift, this a gift, this a hit (Outro) I don't know about all that sh*t This ain't no hit ni**a this for the streets For your motherfu*king mind Boss Don, Negro Spirituals Gotta love it... Oww!