Текст песни
Niggas tried they best
Niggas-niggas tried they best
Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas
Niggas tried they best to hurt me
Come and catch the birdie (that's right)
It's your boy Max B, man
Y'all niggas kick back and enjoy this ride
See, we all medicate our pain some ways
Shower ready, get your Ws ready (get your weed up)
Let's go, yeah
I'm 'bout to blow me a dub
Only a swig of Grand Cru can take the pain away
The sour serenades my soul (you better show me some love)
We sell seven bricks of 'caine a day
What's the matter with y'all hoes?
This for my homies and thugs
I'ma pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies
See you at the crossroads
You niggas better show me some love (show love, love)
Show me some love
Let's go, uh, yeah
Niggas tried they best to hurt me (hurt me), come and catch the birdie (birdie)
I'm Tom Brady, you a Testaverde (Testaverde?)
Yeah, old, washed-up with no arm strength
He don't show no remorse, he ain't got a conscience
He ain't got the don sense to be the boss
Who that nigga they talkin' 'bout, that be me of course
Biggavel', bet I prove 'em wrong again just like the last wave
I only get the money, hit the honeys that be nasty
Blast me, caught 'em off the lean, took his breath away
The ratchay, tore him off his jeans, took his vest away
Spend 50, put the rest away, tuck my metal low
750 for a rainy day, 'cause you'll never know
Know he got that better blow, Ds tried to crept strong (strong)
The Ds'll still a nine even when stepped on
The sourman, throw me dub, the powderman, show me love
95 off a high-speed drive
I'm 'bout to blow me a dub
I need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away
The sour serenades my soul (you better show me some love)
We sell seven bricks of 'caine a day
What's the matter with y'all hoes?
This for my homies and thugs (my niggas on top)