Song: SticksStones
Year: 2021
Viewed: 15 - Published at: 4 years ago

Maxwell PackArt - Verse 1

Can't nobody tell me Whats missing /
Can’t nobody tell me whats the difference /
My struggles been bugging me and i thought i slipping /
Losing perspective and vision /
What hell am i thinking /
My aura been tempted/
Gotta get out the trenches /
Word is my bond
My Weapon/
For everywhere im Stepping /
Keep the foes on their toes
This ain't ballerina ./
Hit one to the numb my feelings that was some sativa/
The bands im counting greener .../
Shawty lusting Demeanors /
Im just a lowkey schеmer.../
But high key a dreamеr ./
Treat this like a spillion /
Until im counting millions /
Til my people really on ./
Fuck the Pressure
I can weather any storm. /
Gotta stay strong .../
For my Day ones /
I been tryna get paid off
And i say so /
Bielderbeg moves street league too random /
The shit you can't fathom /
I’m all about the ransoms ./
My niggas too random /
Im still the team /
Our kind off dirty /
Is clean . /
Heavy on the hustle /
Putting in the muscle ./
This has been a tussle ./
But we gon make it ./
Whatever it takes /
My Niggas be the greatest
Hook
Sticks and stones
May always break my bones
So just watch your tone
Before i take your throne
×2
Do this for my day ones
For my day ones
For my days ones that i done came up with
For my day ones
For my day ones that i done came up with
Wamz - Verse 2

Pinky's up for Insanidy /
Easter I'm with my boys
But really I'm with my family./
Really the real McCoy
But shine like Toughees n Vaseline ./
Y'all play with high school toys
We chill with shawdy in magazines/
But shit she blank as computer screens
Kynda get hard to fake it /
Shawdy throwing all these shots
I duck em, Neo in the matrix /
Serial curver status
Playing doctor it gave me patience /
I'm really so far from basic
And that's the reason she hated /
But they really know who the best ./
Up next we like turtle necks./
You claim you press, you stressed
But when I flex I don't break a sweat ./
Paper praising . /
Bitches popping percs then lay upon the pavement
Pushing plain shit
Prolly proceed to decreasing population
Potential wasted
That’s word play
Trapping Thursday to Thursday
I been trapped in my bird cage
My mind it works in mysterious ways
Nike badge my apparel
Got good greens in my satchel
Another beat I dismantled
I never been one to bazzle

( Maxwell Packart )
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