2 The Max

Im turnt 2 The Max
2 T M

2 T M
Trunt up 2 the max
Get 2 the money
2 Trill Malone
Now I'm Trunt Up
Don't get brunt up
I'm hot like the fire
In a furnace
I got some fire In me
I can feel it burnin
So don't ignite it up
You can end up burning
I don't think they really know
2TM about blow

They think that this a joke
But it's really not
They think that I'm a joke
But I'm really
I'm coming for they throat
What them sillys though
They wanting on me to fall off
But I'm not gone stop
I ain't playing
Don't know why these folks
Keep thinking that
I got plans
When I take off
There no looking back
I want bands
Want my back pack filled
With stupid cash
I only imagine
Me with everything I wished I had
When i say everything I wish I had
Gucci Louie Fendy Prada
That's the shit I wished I had
I'm not talking about that shit you done bought up out the trash
I'm talkin about the product that cost a couple grand
But I'm am eating tho
Hell yeah im greedy yo
Even when my plate full
I'm still getting mo
My eyes stay low
My mind stay focused
They say something wrong with my head but I don't think so



Credits
Writer(s): Orlando Malone Jr
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