Letra de Street Fraternity - Maxo Kream

Man, Maxo, man, when y'all gonna put me on the set, man?

Man, you ain't ready, your mama ain't about to cuss me out, nigga

Fuck that shit, man, I'm tired of this shit, man, I'm ready

Forreal man, ai'nt no goin' back, come on

Aight

Cuz drippin' blood on his handkerchief

Busted lip, fifty-two seconds later, now he's a Crip

Ain't that a bitch?

Less than a minute, life-long decision

He said he with it and committed

Now time to show little cuz the business

He said

Maxo when my partner died last year, that shit just ruined me

Age eleven, shot by twelve, I read it on his eulogy

Circumstances that he had

Crackhead mother, deadbeat dad

Skippin', truant every class

But he was fluent with that math

Before he banged Crip, he claimed Crip

He used to false flag

He screamed out "murder blocc"

Got caught by ops, they whooped lil' bro ass

Young and dummy, he's just lucky he ain't get a toe tag

Now he legit got put on Crip, just to get a imaginary badge of honor

Blue Duke JJ Redick jersey

All the homies call him throwback, he like Curry totin' .30

Still grievin' 'bout his homie, readin' newsletters

He made a choice and sold his soul to the blue devil

And once you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity

God forgive but locs don't, so bible quotes they not concernin' me

His mama off the yay, no Yeezy

His bro got slain, can't let opps play with his name like Jesus

Won't let him do lil' bro like Pookie Loc

He asked me what I do it for

Monster Cody, Raymond Lee, I bang the C like Tookie Ho

And truth be told, you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity

Have your cuz drippin' blood, in the mud 'til it's burgundy

I know niggas who kill niggas

Like nah, for real, these niggas killers

Like these niggas kill more niggas than the Ku Klux Klan's members

Like these niggas kill more niggas than Ronald Reagan and Hitler

And you ain't real because you got one kill

That don't make you a killer

'Til you get down with them locs

Know what they say about them Crip niggas

You ain't a real one 'til you kill one

You better watch your Crip niggas

Just because he call you cuz don't mean that he gon' Crip with you

You never made a nigga shed no blood, they won't do shit with you

Tinys, babies, infants, know your rep, play your position

All that set trippin', dissin', get you DP'd and disciplined

Lil' homies, big homies

You gotta know the difference

When you politickin', ain't no nigga bigger than this crippin'

And once you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity

God forgive but locs don't, so bible quotes they not concernin' me

His mama off the yay, no Yeezy

His bro got slain, can't let opps play with his name like Jesus

Won't let him do lil' bro like Pookie Loc

He asked me what I do it for

Monster Cody, Raymond Lee, I bang the C like Tookie Ho

And truth be told, you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity

Have your cuz drippin' blood, in the mud 'til it's burgundy

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