Goodbye

[Intro: Max B]
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Yeah, Boss Don shit for that ass

[Verse 1: Max B]
My favorite rappers was 'Pac, Big, and Jay
Nas and 50 Cent, NWA, yeah
Screaming, "Fuck cops" before them niggas (Way before them niggas)
My older brother had me pulling the trigger, yeah
Every day I was running from the law (Uh-huh)
Hit out on the competition, I'm coming for them all
Caught his ass slipping coming from the mall
He had his kid so I let him live, but
If I see him again he wouldn't get a pass
Baby want that gelatin, put it in the ass, splash (Splash)
Duffle full of cash
You ever speaking my name, I'm coming for you fast
You niggas be lollipops, cotton candy
Colder than winter, hot as Miami
The musical mercenary is back, lyrical nigga, please
I'm murdering you motherfuckers, I make 'em memories, yeah

[Chorus: Max B]
You can run with us or get run over
No more slipping, we getting older
.44 in the holster, baby, you can cry on my shoulder
Yeah, we doing what they said we'd never do
Look out the window with a layer, it’s a better view
It’s over for you niggas
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Run with us or get run over
All you niggas are dojas
Come to coca, I'm your broker
I be having it like Sosa (Scarface)
Shipping it down to Dover (Delaware)
That's what got me the crib in Boca (Florida)
I ain't wearing no Fashion Nova (Faggot)
Y'all niggas should have a chocha (Pussy)
Y'all niggas dun-dun-dun-duns
I played it back but I love to front
You know exactly where we from
Wifey hair getting done, got an 8 ball in her bum
There Cam go, me and Charlie Rambo
40th and Lenox, we play human commando
We needed Luchini, no Camp Lo
Yo Max, I don't think they understand though (Tell 'em)

[Chorus: Max B]
You can run with us or get run over
No more slipping, we getting older
.44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder
Yeah we doing what they said we'd never do
Look out the window with a layer, it’s a better view
It’s over for you niggas
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

[Verse 3: Dave East]
I'm a boss, I'm a god
Taking pictures for the Source, dripping sauce
Foreign cars, maneuver with my ride
Out my mind for real
I be in a Uber with a bomb
Got the drop where you living, make you go move in with your mom
This .40'll make you backflip
My young bitch dropped out of school but she do my taxes
I'm on 40th knocking Max shit
I was starving, can't believe they really tried feed me with rations
I'm the hottest to come up out Manhattan since Cam was spazzin'
All day, I see cameras flashing
Dirt gang, we bandana flagging
No talk, we demanding action
Give a fuck what your man be asking
You was the toughest, them shots went off and you ran the fastest
Vacationing down in Florida, they caught him in Tampa lacking
Biggavel' when you come home, they gotta bring Grand Cru back
I just need a location to move it, I can move that
Niggas singing like Dru Hill before we even drew that
They violated, couldn't recognize him, they like "Who that?"
Pray that my niggas shoot back

[Chorus: Max B]
You can run with us or get run over
No more slipping, we getting older
.44 in the holster, baby you can cry on my shoulder
Yeah we doing what they said we'd never do
Look out the window with a layer, it’s a better view
It’s over for you niggas
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye