Max B - Everything lyrics

I gave you everything
(I said I gave you everything)
Somehow it just wasn't enough
(It just wasn't enough)
Why don't you trust me
(Why don't you trust me)
Light the sour up and give me a Puff

Hey baby
Somehow you seem addicted to my style in jail
I always was the first to trial
Always was a versatile, talented
Handsome individual
Comin' up, so look at me, it's pitiful
Pity me, never that
Nigga keep ya head for a later day
Just bow ya head and say a prayer
Speak to Jesus please, till he answer
I never been a dancer
Fucked chicks, Geminis, Cancers
Got the answer got the recipe
They tryna take the little what
Was left of me
Folded my destiny, hysterectomy
Baby love, you's a seamstress
Daddy coming home really baby, I mean this
Seen shit, nuttin' ain't phase me
Nuttin' ain't graze me
You fuckers supposed to pay me
Gimme my paper
Niggas is overdue with residuals
Baby my work is visual here we go

I gave you everything
(I said I gave you everything)
Somehow it just wasn't enough
(It just wasn't enough)
Why don't you trust me
(Why don't you trust me)
Light the sour up and give me a Puff

You see it
The way I came and took over the game
It was rare
You ain't see 'em like me in years
Keep me in the clear from the bullshit
Full clip keep 'em on the curb
You might've seen him in the burbs
Beverly boutiques, mami she got cute feet
(Oww) at night I pop her coochy
I don't waste time
I'm so cold with the bitches
Give 'em the dick in many different positions
Wishin', one day I'll be a changed man
Fuck it though
That'll fuck up my gameplan, main man
Fuck with a nigga hard
Tellin' me "Bigga do it right"
I'll make it the night of your life
Take ya out at nights in the beamer, cleaner
Get it detailed, 90 thou was the retail
Peach Street, mean tail, if only
Bigga beat bail, eeh, well
Scarlett, roll up a mean L, please

I gave you everything
(I said I gave you everything)
Somehow it just wasn't enough
(It just wasn't enough)
Why don't you trust me
(Why don't you trust me)
Light the sour up and give me a Puff

We good, this shit here is a classic
Almost gone, the devil workin' his magic
Tragic tryna leave me in the wrong direct
Me with no protection
Leavin' me infested, restless
Breakfast, them bitches cook for
Me every morning
I dick 'em and don't call 'em, ballin'
Spend a lil' paper, hit the mall and daddy
He clean i'm never screamin' all-in
I'mma call him and let him
Know where to meet me
Bigga he cru, you's a bottle of Fiji
Up north, your nickname was Cici
That was real gay
Quarantine dropped, had a field day
Had a chill day, there was a cook-out
OFO, Gain Greene comin' baby
You better look out, look out
Give me 30 years, throw the book out
Picture that shit
Bigga goin' out like a bitch, naw

I gave you everything
(I said I gave you everything)
Somehow it just wasn't enough
(It just wasn't enough)
Why don't you trust me
(Why don't you trust me)
Light the sour up and give me a puff