Max B:
Uh, yeah
!@&@e Wavy Season

Boss Don, French
Let's go


Hook:
Yeah, I'm in the ghetto everyday
And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday

And I'm in the streets till the prisons look at me like "What's wave?"
Baby so come and play
I got that Henny mixed with !@&@e

Got that Cleeqo mixed with ice
They just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice
I was born and raised in the ghetto

(Born and raised baby)
Yeah


Verse 1
Max B:
I'm heavy B, @@#! that Desert E

Crusing in that Beamer like 70
20 miles an hour in a 50 zone just so you can see me go
My mayo right, lookin' at that tailpipe

Put it up on that scale right, bet it come back Even Steves
These (*##$es best believe in me
When I tell 'em "Baby let me take you out this ghetto that you livin' in"

Biggaveli 'bout his Benjamins, send 'em in
Make 'em suck and $#&@ dem dicks, lately I don't trust the tricks
Hit me up, let's stay the night, pimpin' was my way of life

Slippin' and I paid the price
Left my (*##$ alone and let her gone
Six thousand miles away from home

Sittin' with this guilt tryna cope the pain, no, tryna rope the game
Record labels is now focusing
On the weak %#@! y'all provide so my sons won't even listen to

Bigga speak the truth, I ain't dissin' you, listen boo

Hook


Verse 2
French Montana:

Hit him if he actin' up, bread I be stackin' up
Work I be baggin' up, homie that's what I do
Young boys duckin' feds, ^!$$%z comin' for ya head

61 in the head, homie that's what I do
In the hood I was born and raised
Homie ghetto bound, life is a (*##$, I'm tryna settle down

Them metal rounds gon' hit ya up. split ya up
Paramedics gift ya up, !@%!e boys fix ya up
Welcome to the hood, to the corners, backblocks

^!$$%z foamin' out the mouth, lookin' for a jackpot
A silverback ape
Cop it when it's here in a drought I be sellin' backs weight

We got the streets, steak sauce
We on top of beef, a whole lotta heat
We never sleep, homie I'm Ray Charles

I ain't gotta see, homie we got the streets