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Realest shit I wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie make back
Can you it, whoa you gotta see it
I plan on going broke put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now can't take that
Listen to my music, to my Maybach music

Martin the King Jr.
Starting, all that stuntin' is ruin ya
B.I. was alive he had a two tone
With the Poupon
Anything yay on
explode
Cause I am the shit and is my commode
Uh oh they go
Talking how ya boy clothes extra tight
I just remember my limelight extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get hype,
You hit the strip club and girls extra dyke
We know who not no sex tonight
And a lap dance will be a blessing right.
So all the you talking dead, coffin
Light the coughing, new crib loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, that? Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what else?
Well Maybach is this? Mr. West's

Boss!
Kush burn petroleum
Crib custodians
Shades in all
These made
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so many
call me Polo
5762 tell me how ya move
Yea you know I got both,
Beat your ass black and
I was barely getting pretty
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty
Any winter Fendi like a slender nigga
in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me other than gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding like a fault,
Niggas make your wheels and 'til they fall off yea Ross!

alright,
All black
I'm sitting in the
Classy as a still gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on x how the row
That's right them mill due like damn
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be up like the navy seal do
Sweet as banana every time I peel through,
Fresher than will and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet like acting Tinactin
I'm this shit
You try tackling,
Lil Wayne in one immaculate,
You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the in him,
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre three
And then I'm back to doing shit like I do sing Maybach