Mario max pain Carrillo 🔥🔥Let’s set the record straight, I spit truth from the gate My mind creates a sickness, I inject it on my street date Me and my brother pushing street rap greats The MAX PAIN HITZ in style since 1-9-08 Stepped in the game in ’07 with the gutter tape Increased the murder rate by slaying mics to further cake We set the stakes high and that’s the reason why These motherfuckers want to see me. die I let a hater do his job, I cater to the mob So they wanna introduce the creator to a sick dog It ain’t my fault rap greater cause im a God And it trips me out that’s envious, emotions of a broad I do it for the love and I do it as a job So don’t bother me unless you got five to ten large It’s Max pain from the choppa life squad Living life behind 16 bars, fuck a rap star If the homies get mad at your shine they’re not homies Success comes with enemies, that’s why the top’s lonely This thing’s beyond careers, it’s blood, sweat, and tears These records document our lives, they’re just souvenirs The road to the top is never easy But I’ll be in it till my last breath leaves me Man I ain’t the dopest rapper, I ain’t the hardest MC But for some reason I get caught up in the jealous envy You see it’s music from the heart so we spit it from the soul And spit for every borough, ever street, every ghetto Every youngster out here listening want to be a part of this Let me break it down for them, show em how hard it is Nothing came easily, always had to struggle With hopes and big dreams that one day we gonna bubble Busting freestyles with homies on street corners Cold winter nights with my thermal on, trying to get warmer Remember days when I never even had a show Did my first talent show fucking with them scandalous hoes As I sit back and reminisce, I put the pieces together in my life and how it came to this My favourite love is hip hop man, I stay with this Success, the best revenge keep these haters pissed Cause all my life has been a bumpy road And I ain’t never looking back, keep my mind on my money dawg I got 99 problems, haters is one Fakes homies come and go, more enemies come Jealousy and hatred, envious styles Thrusting fake handshakes gonna be matching their smile Take a look around your shoulder, watch your front Expect the unexpected, fools ready to dump Motherfuckers ain’t what they tend to be But nevertheless I still pray for my enemies They say the streets loves me but they’re too cutthroat, they’re icecold That’s why I run with the psychos, you gotta be aware of all the power the mic holds Shit you say, touch mines, it echoes at live shows So I got a decade in the game, I’d rather have a record last forever than the fame You can quote what I’m saying And I don’t give a fuck if you’re shitting on my name Cause I do it for the music, my life, love, and pain🔥🔥