Max Volume Video (MV)

Mama I told you
By now we gone get it right
Right?
You gone have to turn me up for this one
Aye
Ah yeah
Okay
Dot Wave
Decimal
Decimal
Down to the decimal
She count down to the decimal
The way you move is perpetual
Business decisions unethical
Watch your boy cook up the season
Walter White all in the chemicals
Real in me down to the skeletal
Y'all know this come from the ventrical
Y'all know I got the direction tho
They might just write up an epical
They might just call me a legend
Then they might say it's alleged
They might just cut me a check
Hoping a nigga forget
But It's been forever my set
We work too hard for respect
I like my jewelry authentic
I like my woman respected
I like her aura essentric
Gotta have sexual tension
You can call me if i'm missing
Send your bitch out on a mission
Y'all do the most for permission
I can't relate how i'm livin' with
Stacks all in my charms
Bad bitch but no harms done
Suicide's on the car
Homicide when you start up the radio
Verbal Murder
I can't turn up no more
This that MAX VOLUME
It go
Stacks all in my charms
Bad bitch but no harms done
Suicide's on the car
Homicide when you start up the radio
Verbal Murder
I can't turn up no more
This that MAX VOLUME
I can't turn up no more
We buyin' gold chains for the whole gang
Wav on my own name
Wav but can't play us
Cause its just to show them that i'm waved up
Murder, murder to my old name
Indecisive but with no shame
I decided I should stay true
And make these hits like im Babe Ruth
6 years in the making with it
Top 5 they relate me with it
I'm too invested to make late decisions
I'm too invested in the cadence
If it's
Bout digits niggas gone get it
If it's bout the image frame it or print it
Bitches ask to see me then they act timid
Only for a moment then be too friendly
Niggas say whatever for a double digit
On a triple double how I ball with it
Real niggas take the time to dismiss it
In the lab doubled up with the chemist
Cookin' up something for you to f*ck with it
Watch a young nigga live it
It's the year of the bag
Mind your own and go get it
Thank my brother for the real in me
Thank my mother if you feelin' me
Bless my father for the DNA
You should listen to the PSA
I'm labeled martyr off the hate you harbor
You could hold me to debates you brought up
I would never let my niggas down
And never jade couldn't get too caught up
Lately I've been sleepin' restless
They been waitin' for a death-wish
They been prayin' on my downfall
Hoping that I get the message
They've been plottin' on my energy
Not knowin' its kenetic
They've been tryin' to get the best of me
But not a soul in Connecticut
Could ever jeopardize the etiquette
Its not time for me to settle in
I'm as timeless as I've ever been
Hard to think that this will ever end
Murder murder with no evidence
Hard to sentence him off of sentencing
Man its evident that i'm heaven sent
But hell if I know if they let me in
Guess their seeing where the time went
Guess their seeing how the time spent
But you know me, cause i'm always with
Stacks all in my charms
Bad bitch but no harms done
Suicide's on the car
Homicide when you start up the radio
Verbal Murder
I can't turn up no more
This that MAX VOLUME
It go
Stacks all in my charms
Bad bitch but no harms done
Suicide's on the car
Homicide when you start up the radio
Verbal Murder
I can't turn up no more
This that MAX VOLUME
I can't turn up no more