Haaaaan (Max B Speaks)

I'm the voice of them killers, turn dope into millions

Get hung with a rope from the ceiling

Where I'm from they're either smokin' or dealin'

Price of life so cheap, 100 deep with coke in the villa

Old niggas keep talkin' 'bout the rules to the streets

Baby home cryin', they ain't got no food to eat

All that stress got you losin' sleep

Nigga on the grind, same clothes, same shoes for weeks

And everything you got, you pay the price for it

Yellin' boy, squeeze, put your brains on a night floor

Back against the wall, gotta fight for it

They givin' less time for murder than a white rock