Maxo Kream Street Fraternity Lyrics

[Intro]
Man, Maxo, man, when y'all gonna put me on the set, man?
Man, you ain't ready, your mama ain't about to cuss me out, nigga
f*ck that shit, man, I'm tired of this shit, man, I'm ready
Forreal man, ai'nt no goin' back, come on
Aight

[Verse 1]
Cuz drippin' blood on his handkerchief
Busted lip, fifty-two seconds later, now he's a Crip
Ain't that a bitch?
Less than a minute, life-long decision
He said he with it and committed
Now time to show little cuz the business
He said
Maxo when my partner died last year, that shit just ruined me
Age eleven, shot by twelve, I read it on his eulogy
Circumstances that he had
Crackhead mother, deadbeat dad
Skippin', truant every class
But he was fluent with that math
Before he banged Crip, he claimed Crip
He used to false flag
He screamed out "murder blocc"
Got caught by ops, they whooped lil' bro ass
Young and dummy, he's just lucky he ain't get a toe tag
Now he legit got put on Crip, just to get a imaginary badge of honor
Blue Duke JJ Redick jersey
All the homies call him throwback, he like Curry totin' .30
Still grievin' about his homie, readin' newsletters
He made a choice and sold his soul to the blue devil
[Chorus]
And once you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity
God forgive but locs don't, so bible quotes they not concernin' me
His mama off the yay, no Yeezy
His bro got slain, can't let opps play with his name like Jesus
Won't let him do lil' bro like Pookie Loc
He asked me what I do it for Monster Cody, Raymond Lee, I bang the C like Tookie Ho
And truth be told, you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity
Have your cuz drippin' blood, in the mud 'til it's burgundy

[Verse 2]
I know niggas who kill niggas
Like nah, for real, these niggas killers
Like these niggas kill more niggas than the Ku Klux Klan's members
Like these niggas kill more niggas than Ronald Reagan and Hitler
And you ain't real because you got one kill
That don't make you a killer
'Til you get down with them locs
Know what they say about them Crip niggas
You ain't a real one 'til you kill one
You better watch your Crip niggas
Just because he call you cuz don't mean that he gon' Crip with you
You never made a nigga shed no blood, they won't do shit with you
Tinys, babies, infants, know your rep, play your position
All that set trippin', dissin', get you DP'd and disciplined
Lil' homies, big homies
You gotta know the difference
When you politickin', ain't no nigga bigger than this crippin'
[Chorus]
And once you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity
God forgive but locs don't, so bible quotes they not concernin' me
His mama off the yay, no Yeezy
His bro got slain, can't let opps play with his name like Jesus
Won't let him do lil' bro like Pookie Loc
He asked me what I do it for
Monster Cody, Raymond Lee, I bang the C like Tookie Ho
And truth be told, you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity
Have your cuz drippin' blood, in the mud 'til it's burgundy