Maxo - Hello lyrics
[Maxo - Hello lyrics]
It's really nothing we fucking
But never loving spending nights in motels
Made love come out of nothing
It's really nothing we fucking
But never busing mind gone off the haze
I'm on the block, nigga whats the word?
It's 20 zips in my pocket
This isn't me, but I do this shit for profit
Since a young'n been on the curb
Ain't been the same since they blew out my
Cousins brains and left that nigga for dead
I can cope, Henney straight to the head
Fuck your statistics
I'm living without a feeling
Strattera all in my system i'm chillin'
Willy beamin' i'm leaning, Can't get it up
I'm feinding for all that pussy she throwing
After this stunt, Man I'm dippin'
No intentions or mention
I hit her back though
Unless she throw it back though
That's a fact though i wouldn't lie to you
Because then I tell her like go and see em'
Homies ride with they tints low
Fifth grade, popping bars off them windows
Selling candy up in class when my ends low
Back then, no food in the fridge though
Back then my big homie had that hammer tucked
They plucked that boy before they got
To hold that hammer up
To each his own my nig
I gotta get my shit straight
I was eleven i wasn't trying
To see the pearly gates
What I'm supposed to do? This
Is the life we living
Grown men killing children
Just for the feeling
Drilling cause you raised by women
No father figure late night selling dope
Don't let them coppers get us
God, forgive us because I tell em' like this
I tell em'
But never loving spending nights in motels
Made love come out of nothing
It's really nothing we fucking
But never busing mind gone off the haze
I'm on the block, nigga whats the word?
It's 20 zips in my pocket
This isn't me, but I do this shit for profit
Since a young'n been on the curb
Ain't been the same since they blew out my
Cousins brains and left that nigga for dead
I can cope, Henney straight to the head
Fuck your statistics
I'm living without a feeling
Strattera all in my system i'm chillin'
Willy beamin' i'm leaning, Can't get it up
I'm feinding for all that pussy she throwing
After this stunt, Man I'm dippin'
No intentions or mention
I hit her back though
Unless she throw it back though
That's a fact though i wouldn't lie to you
Because then I tell her like go and see em'
Homies ride with they tints low
Fifth grade, popping bars off them windows
Selling candy up in class when my ends low
Back then, no food in the fridge though
Back then my big homie had that hammer tucked
They plucked that boy before they got
To hold that hammer up
To each his own my nig
I gotta get my shit straight
I was eleven i wasn't trying
To see the pearly gates
What I'm supposed to do? This
Is the life we living
Grown men killing children
Just for the feeling
Drilling cause you raised by women
No father figure late night selling dope
Don't let them coppers get us
God, forgive us because I tell em' like this
I tell em'