The Max Julien Theory

[Verse 1]:
Caped Crusader
Sliding on these freaks and I still won’t save her
Mr. Independent
I don’t need no major
Hated on so long
At this point don’t faze us
My reply was bet
And I bet they gone pay us
Mr. Go and get it
It ain’t shit that you gave us
Took a couple L’s
But oh well never gave up
That broke boy energy is weak
Nigga save up
How you finna eat
If you always be laid up?
Dreams are for the sleep
But it’s time for the wake up
Rise get your cake up
Pies like a baker
Team gone need a slice
Everybody got plates up
Ain’t no one to spot
If you ain’t pushing weight up
Fuck all that wait up
You niggas is late bruh
Faux looking on the hide
You synthetic and fake tough
Capping just might compliment
The shit that you make up
Lay it on thick
Like a chick with new make up

[Verse 2]:
Ain’t none greater
Game is to be sold and never told to a hater
Fred is with the peach
On how to be a player
JoHNNY on the beat
Save the speech for later
Serving like waiters
Cook and I cater
I can fill your orders
But I sure don’t take em
My bitches in your pockets
I will down right break em
Stirring up the pot
I prefer mine shaken
Bonded with your bitch
Call up Liam she taken
Bitches trip per diem
Better feed em and pay em
Cheap with how you keep her
She’ll tell me where your safe is
Lazy with your money
But I’m staying in shape kid
These 100’s in the duffle
You can bet it’s a great fit
Fire got it popping in this bitch
Like bacon
Lawn service with the green
When it leaves we gone rake in
Reverend minister
All the members say amen
Remember when the whole team eats
It’s a great win