Maxo Kream Thirteen

Oh my god

Oh my god

Thirteen years old when I jumped off the porch

Y’all was playing Playstation, I was playing with the torch

You got a whooping with a belt, I was whipping with the fork

I was trapping skipping school so I had to go to court

Thirteen years old got down with the set

Robbing niggas with the tech, myOG’s smoking wet

You was running on the court shooting shots at the net

I was running up in spots with the Glock on Bissonnet

I was twelve years old when the cops kicked the door

Had the gun to my momma, baby sister on the floor

Pops caught a fed case so the jury had to go

Had to get the ten toes, as a man I had to grow

Had to show my brother how to trap and get dough

Digiscale with the cup, we was bagging up the dro

One year went by we was selling out the ‘bo

Had packs in our straps we was posted by the store

To my big bro Tu, showed me how to get mo’

When the weed got slow showed me how to whip the stone

Microwave or the oven he ain’t ever use the stove

Showed me how to hit licks he a kick-door pro

My cousin Steve Dolla showed me how to break a ho

Mo flip, Chelsea Jordan

That’s a long time ago, finessing little convo

She make dough pronto

Robbing niggas, selling drugs

Getting money, all I know

A lot of y’all bluffing, I’m pimping y’all cuffing

Same bitch you be loving, be sucking and fucking

She ain’t got no money then we not discussing

I’m shooting up niggas no fighting no fussing

Seen niggas get killed over making assumptions

The pistol I’m clutching this gun ain’t for nothing

My mom know I’m evil, so she call me pumpkin

Been fucked up, corrupted since I was a youngin

Thirteen years old when I jumped off the porch

Y’all was playing Playstation, I was playing with the torch

You got a whooping with a belt, I was whipping with the fork

I was trapping skipping school so I had to go to court

Thirteen years old got down with the set

Robbing niggas with the tech, my OG’s smoking wet

You was running on the court shooting shots at the net

I was running up in spots with the Glock and Bissonnet

I was only thirteen when a nigga tried to jack

I was trapping on a bike, it was for a 20 sack

Sold the nigga through the gate, but I shouldn’t done that

He only gave me two dollars ran off with the sack

Nigga had me fucked up so I came right back

Everyday on his block posted in the cul-de-sac

Ran up on the nigga shut him down took his packs

Just pistol whip the nigga I didn’t even shoot the strap

Tall tee du-rag, Astros fitted cap

I was fighting in school everday I had SAC

Couple years went by started busting off gats

Had to move to Fort Bend didn’t know how to act

Everyday still came to the swat with the crips

With Lyndo and little Jordan smoking dro hitting licks

I was plotting everyday for a scheme to get rich

Big Madu and Ali made this Kream Clicc shit

Never switched up my clicque

Never switched up my crips

Every lick that we hit was quick cash just to flip

Doing petty ass shit on the dream to get rich

Now I’m moving them bills just came from half a zip

Never trust a dumb bitch don’t put ass before chips

You get killed if you slip keep that thing on your hip

Side talk from your lip leave you dead in a ditch

Went from robbing for chips now we robbing for bricks

Thirteen years old when I jumped off the porch

Y’all was playing Playstation, I was playing with the torch

You got a whooping with a belt, I was whipping with the fork

I was trapping skipping school so I had to go to court

Thirteen years old got down with the set

Robbing niggas with the tech, myOG’s smoking wet

You was running on the court shooting shots at the net

I was running up in spots with the Glock on Bissonnet