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maxxx flair - your welcome lyrics

verse 1

just a young black n-gga in america
got the whole u.s open like federer
living life clean no feds on my cellular
never sold a pack, but the hustle come regular
every verse rapped all i hear is a register
every syllable i see green
every single script ends up as a scene on the screen
leaving mouths wide open like scream
used to be a dream
till around 14 started track work, till my engine got steam
now i walk in and they point when they’ sayin’ my name
you would swear they was pickin’ up teams
number one draft like shocktop brew who knew?
out of college to the league, how it seems
got to start center, what’s the point if going forward isn’t noticed
and forever n-ggas stuck on in between?
i ain’t with that bench life, only did jury duty once, and i hated that sh-t to the core
i don’t want to change ‘i’ma’ still be josh
ordering that chopped cheese from a local corner store
come and pour
40 ounce of the hurricane for the pain left unbalanced untamed
i champion the poor middle cl-ss and unclaimed
only making fists, we ain’t make it pointing blame
f-ckers!
i ain’t never tuck chains, probably ‘cause i never bought a chain
and i never copped 20’s probably ‘cause i never bought a range
but my sh-t still flame, ask ant if you ain’t know he’ gon’ tell you ‘bout “mouse”
back in nbb days black and mild, mad dog spillin partyin’ at big face house
blaow!

verse 2

many names the alias changed
friends turned foes in the daily exchange
partly estranged, see the picture pardon the frame
i was bicoastal in my mind, still on the train
it’s hard being focused and still being sane
i heard a lot of sh-t about fame
but i got to find out myself, what’s bad with wealth?
‘cause being broke right now ain’t a game
ain’t sh-t sweet with your entenmann’s -ss
need crumb cake by the pound in a stash
got to last for a lifetime, ‘prepping’ for the crash
rainy day money still hard for some n-ggas to grasp
they don’t get it
i’m getting credit for compositions i edit
your ears now indebted
call me señor power, spit dour
you’ been saying what you got now that sh-t’s ours
run it!
so everyone’s 100? yelling how they’ never been fronted
but ‘i’ma’ confront it
working every day so my stock’ll never plummet
on the podium, every verse is a “summit”
and i “pat” “volunteers,” who don’t show fear
any sign here and i’m throwing on gear
go ahead nap, i’ll be building my stats
so inspired to search, following our own maps
blaow!

[end]

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