Envyus - The Story of Maximillian Lyrics

Eyes crusty when he wakes up
Regrets of how he got his cake up
Last night he did some shit he couldn't even make up, make up
2 pm on the clock man he forgot how late he stayed up
See Maximillian was a jealous kid who never had much, had much
He thought that the way to fit in was to have stuff, have stuff
But his momma worked and his dad was dead so he had to get his own bands up
He walks to the mirror and hears his mom's voice in his head "you're your dads son"
Big green eyes with some ears to match, he had an awkward face and couldn't help that
Blood and ash on his damn gloves and he thought he saw smoke on his damn strap
But it was a fabrication from the imagination of a young boy that had lost his patience
He sees his reflection and thinks back to the accumulation of yesterday's events, events, events

Junior in High school he was 17 and his favorite color was money green
But his best friend shared the same greed
That's why every day they were running the streets
Selling drugs staying discreet
Max got to school like usual when Von approached and said "yo what's up?"
All day through classes they'd be cutting up
Failing tests they never gave a f*ck
Von told max that he had the juice and he'd tell it all when they got to lunch

They sat at the table and Von said some shit that made Max almost f*cking erupt
Von f*cked Brittany and he didn't know it but that's Max's crush
But Max kept quite like he always does and acted happy just for his bruh
Then Von moved on and said he's dreaming bigger
Max confused said "how you figure?"
Von said "yo let's go hit a lick
I peeped a guy that ain't had a visit since
1981 or some
Cause he's old and sick
I know it sounds dirty but this man is rich"
Max was unsure till Von said "yo we gone be legit
After school just hit my crib but make sure that you got your stick"
They parted ways right after that, Max would've said no if he knew about the damn aftermath
But he packed his bags right after math and the bell rang and he left his class
He walked home in a conflict but he knew for a fact that he wanted the bag
His mom wasn't home so that was that
He grabbed a pole that was cold and black and stuck it into his waistband
The walk to Von's seemed very long this was a huge step up from the shit they'd done
Then his mind drifted back to Brittany and how just for Von she was a busted nut
But for Max it seemed like on sight type love
No lie he was mad as f*ck

But he swallowed it by the time he got to the door
And dapped up Von who was far from bored
He was holding two Ski Masks and looked very sure
That this was the path he was supposed to take
They were getting hype and did a line of blow so they wouldn't stop how the night should go
The wind was howling and their heads were low
Their minds were spinning but Max's was where his shouldn't go
They were walking down a few abandoned roads
Max's blood was hot but his face was numb
Vons' eyes were wide imagining the fun
It seemed like hours but they got to the house
That Von was so damn sure about
It was 4 stories and the lights were out
Von told Max "We bout to get some clout"
But he ain't respond his head was in the clouds
But he nodded forward he wanted money now
They dawned their masks and the locks started shifting
Golden doorknobs had em sweating while they picked it
They were stuffing bags full of valuables as a mission
Jewelry, decorations, it was all going missing
They cleared all the floors they were pros at this business
Approached the old mans room and Von whispered
"This man got a safe and he knows where it's hidden"

Max opened the door and ain't believe his vision
There was a guy standing at the old mans bedside
They ain't know it but the old mans son had come to visit and he stared at the boys just as still as a picture
Max drew his stick he was pissed at this issue
Von had to pause he felt cold as an igloo
Cause he saw Max's eyes as he fired the pistol
And he started smelling urine and he saw that he pissed too
Then he stared at the barrel of his best friends revenge
For f*cking on Brittany and being better than him
Max let it bang he was lost in his sin
He looked at the old man and shot underneath his shaking chin
He couldn't feel a thing he was numb as his dead kin
He grabbed Vons bag and made his way to the tool shed
He found some gasoline and found a lighter on his dudes hip
He couldn't feel his body but his tears started falling
He was shaking hard but he kept on pouring
On the floorboards, curtains, and the corpses
He calmly sat in the noxious fumes and realized envy spelled his doom
He got up slowly and surveyed the room and he saw the safe that contained the loot
But he disregarded it it wouldn't matter soon

He followed the gas trail to the front yard
He lit the shit and then he lit a cigar that he found in the bedroom that seemed so far
He saw the sunrise reflect off the old mans car
It was a classic red vintage 50's dodge
He walked home slow with Vons bag in his left arm
He made it home safe and saw his mom asleep
But he could still here sirens down the street
He sat his gun and his gloves on the counter in the bathroom
And put the bags at the feet of his bed
His dreams turned to nightmares with screams in his head

Eyes crusty when he wakes up
He wishes that his biggest motive was to get his cake up
For doing shit he couldn't make up
2 pm on the clock man he forgot how late he stayed up
See Maximillian was a jealous kid who never had much, had much
He thought that the way to fit in was to have stuff, have stuff
But his momma worked and his dad was dead so he had to get his own bands up
He walks to the mirror and hears his mom's voice in his head "you're your dads son"
Big green eyes with some ears to match, he had an awkward face and couldn't help that
Blood and ash on his damn gloves and he thought he saw smoke on his damn strap
But it was a fabrication from the imagination of a young boy that had lost his patience
He sees his reflection and thinks back to the accumulation of yesterday's regrets, regrets, regrets