Raise Your Plate

(Chorus: Mad Maine)
Raise your plate, over your chest- Raise your plate, over your chest-
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
If you stepping wrong, I'm a gone put your head to rest

(Verse 1: Mad Maine)
Mad Maine, he can beat all niggas, punk you'll get your ass erased
This is a murder case, one dose to your fucking face
You gave the chase, now I gotta track you like a bounty hunter
Nowhere to run trick, I'm scoping out your baby's mama
Want some drama, let my gun find out where you stash your ducets
Infrared to your head, see you scared, just say "Buster"
One more murder, one more nigga dead over petty stash
(Maine, don't kill me please)
Trey-Eight-Oh all in that ass
I should've told you that I'm not your average nigga bro
I'll let the trigger go, cause I have nothing to live for
Suicidal thoughts, got me stalking like I've been possessed
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your head to rest

(Chorus: Mad Maine)
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
If you stepping wrong, I'm a gone put your head to rest
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
If you stepping wrong, I'm a gone put your head to rest
But see I'm buck-, But see I'm buck-
But see I'm buck-, But see I'm buck-
But see I'm buckin' 'em down

(Verse 2: Mad Maine)
Niggas still got Anna with me mane
(What's up?)
Pass the Glock
So I can get about my hustle and make busters rob they stash spot
Call them cops, fool, let me see if they be creeping quick
Cause I swear before I go, I'm getting in some nigga's shit
Blood flow's thick, In my veins, stinging like a bumblebee
Nigga you should've known you was gone before you stepped to me
M-A-D, M-A-I-N-E, was sprayed on the scene
But I'm at the crib with my yalk, smoking on some weed
Kicking back, as I stack stacks, of them dog bones
Niggas try to pay me, time for close and leave you down John
To the floor, now you know, got my scope to your chest
Drop your gun, cross your arms, time to put your head to rest

(Chorus: Mad Maine)
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
If you stepping wrong, I'm a gone put your head to rest
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
Raise your plate, over your chest- Raise your plate, over your chest
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
If you stepping wrong, I'm a gone put your head to rest
Raise your plate, over your chest, make me put your grip to test
If you stepping wrong, I'm a gone put your head to rest