Mad Gains

(Woah)
Hey bros in the fast lane
I'm too yoked like I'm Max Pane now
Who knows how to break chains down
Yahweh with the mad gains, brah
Hey bros in the fast lane
I'm too yoked like I'm Max Pane now
Who knows how to break chains down
Yahweh with the mad gains, brah
Walking like a stud with the protein
Drippin' sweat like baby, call it poutine
Dunkin' on the kids like it's routine
And we don't even care what you think
Laced up, I really can't jump
Can't spin the ball 'cause my finger's messed up
But I promise, I'm really, really great
Dad says I can play, but coach says "Wait"
Hey bros in the fast lane
I'm too yoked like I'm Max Pane now
Who knows how to break chains down
Yahweh with the mad gains, brah
Hey bros in the fast lane
I'm too yoked like I'm Max Pane now
Who knows how to break chains down
Yahweh with the mad gains, brah



Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Armond Young, Seth Jacob Fenton
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