Letter to the Game Max B

[Intro: DJ Big Mike]
The kid Big Mike!
Byrd Gang!
Gain Greene! Max B!
Hold your head playboy, we got you!
Free Max B!

[Verse 1: Max B]
I send niggas to go inside your bed
The bullets will coincide with your body
My motherfuckers will go upside your head
I be trying to control my desires:
Bitches, money, and liquor
Purple on the side, my dedication to niggas
They wanna follow, I ain't ready to lead
When it was time to pop off I was ready to breeze
But there was something in my soul that was telling me to squeeze
Seen him dead, laying different, I knew he couldn't breathe
Nigga you fucking with a G
My alias Biggavel'
Better ride your own wave, I got bitches to feel
Bring my people out the hood
Drop a few on the scale
Even brought a couple niggas that was [?] up in jail
Heard a story about my nigga
Who had knew he would tell
It's cause of you bitch that my nigga in jail
Federales came through the fucking pen
Tried to shoot me a L
Got me stuck, tryna recruit me to tell