Ow, Harlem's finest
Harlem stand up
Its ya boy Max Biggaveli
Vina Love the glamorous, young and gorgeous
The hood, Marilyn Monroe
Keep holdin' it down, I love what you doin'
New York, ow, ow, ow, wavy baby

They want me to calm down
Not do too much
Let them play in my face, and I call they bluff
Don't make no noise in the room
Don't get dressed out
Give them some ass for a feature
Give them my trust
And now I'm angry
Angry
In my love, who's gonna defend me?
Tell for my own bitch, she get crazy
Couldn't give up the fight
If you, uh, you couldn't pay me
But I hear you and you and you
Hopin' took a business
Fuckin' more than I deserve
I'm in the vibes, but I'm with the shit
Play with yourself and not me
I don't compete with it
Who gon' defend me if I'm that wrong?
My heart done got cold and my head gone
I needed perks, what I'm gon' do when all these meds gone?
And Bagman's gettin' closer with the feds on
If ever I was broke, was no one there to fix
Wasn't open to shoot it
There's nothin' to assist
Now I'm teachin' Kyrie lessons for her little sister
Every time that I come home, they get a little bigger
Little triggers, I done seen them put down big n***as
Don't know how to box braid, but they a wig splitter
Every beat, I catch the flu, shit, I'm a sick n***a
In the basement, how it started, feel like Big Tigger
We six whippers, Benz kitted
Let my friends get it
Talk about it when we gone, how n***as live different
The steak different, drinks different, shit, the shrimp different
The shirt different, her purse different, we live different
From Venice to North Face, it's court cases
Kyrie and Kobe don't even know that I caught cases
Delta Airlines pay me, that's what you call racist
I'm a mature now, and I blame it on all patients

In Greece
No mess with grace
Whatever is meant
When you need me, you can
Whatever you said, I can
Watch me now, watch me now
They want me to come down
If you ever tried to play me, if you ever tried to shit on me
If you ever wanted to not pay me
If you ever wanted to just have me come to your shit
And make you look good
But you don't got nothing in return for me
Or ever talk shit about me or call me a D-list celebrity
But you really wanna fuck, and if I did get lit, you'd be on my heels Don't talk to me