Artist: A&R f/ 20.20, Got Flow, Link VI
Album:  Non-Exclusive, Vol. 2
Song:   Maxin'
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Intro: Armel]
A&R, yo this for all my nigga who got a
30,000 and better, big boy toy
You cruisin' on the 95, knowhatimsaying
Or wherever you at, with a bad bitch
On some... boom-boom-boom-boom
Yo, feel me out, yo, no doubt, Armel

[Armel]
Listen to the words I speak, you can find me maxin'
Relaxin', I'm usually sitting behind Linx
Reck got the steering wheel, everything chill
A&R CD's flowing like hot cakes
I'm far from my peak, but I got my mind right
The struggle, Armel just starting to bubble
Used to guzzle booze, now it's Henny and 'stal
When we party, the A-list, the governor's house
Then it's back to the hood, so I can write these mental pictures
My thoughts for the night, don't let the rich get cha
Stuck in a zone, now you can't come home
They ain't equal, we feel he better than his people
Nothing but a tax write off, own boss and masters
Just in case it pop off, I might blast ya
Dev, good looking, I don't know how many times
A brother could say 'good looking', in one of his rhymes
Good looking

[Link VI]
Everyday on the grind of Fulton Street
One dime, Pucker apple and some fairy
Got a nigga mind on some get some money shit
Buy my CD, give me the last dollar in your pocket
CD to CD player, kid, knock it
Two minutes later my man hand reaching for wallet
Money in hands like strummin' sticks to hi-hats
A&R, nigga, guess what? Nigga we back
Bringing nothing but bad news to dudes
That wanna face you, cuz his bitch loved our tune
Been doing this since inside my mom's womb
Before I was consumed, lightly
That's why my lyrics will stay were the mic be
Feelings come through my feelings on the black and white ivories
Beats my things and rap is my hobby
This world is shiesty, only God could guide me, guide me

[Got Flow]
I'm from the hood, eastside hell
For that money and that gwop, niggas I pop tray shells
Around the clock like Mel, hell
You know when a nigga hit, you can tell by the yell
You know when there's a body, you can tell by the smell
You know when it's a funeral, cuz it's rainin' like hell
There's clouds blockin' heaven in a church on every block
But a preacher building on killing, cuz the morgue is overstocked
Stacked to the ceiling, but the shit will never stop
Cuz niggas still dealing and they coming for they gwop
They coming for your chain, they coming for your car
They coming for your brain, I'm just comin' from the heart
From the rough side of the mountain, these are the cards I was dealt
Even the odds I felt, believing that God will help
So I walked out of the church, put an army into rap
Trying to take over for losing, when the dead one's coming back

[20.20]
Since a young dude, I never liked school, I couldn't follow the rules
The teacher said I was rude, instead I would choose
About four or five chicks, I'm something like a pimp
But see, I got more game than the mosh goons
I'm 20.20, I prefer riding 22's
Holding it down, since 20's, was the biggest shoes
The rims on the truck, yellow Timbs, button ups
Ice bezzeled up, but the goons stay tucked
I'm not a stupid dude, I already gave the clue
I prefer riding 22's in my shoes
In case a nigga plotting, and I gotta pop him
Stay on my own, man, I ain't never fronting

[Outro: Sharecka]
So there you have it niggas
A&R, Hoodtrepeneurs, Cyborg Nation
20.20, Got Flow, Link VI, Armel the Great
Slick Reck the Ruler, it's back to business, come on