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Realest shit I ever wrote in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma back
Can you believe it, you gotta see it
I don't plan on going broke put that on my
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas take that
Listen to my music, to my Maybach music

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

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

alright,
All black
I'm in the asshole
as a mother still gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on x how the row
That's them mill due like damn clothes
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be strapping up like the navy do
Sweet as split 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 running this
You try tackling,
Lil Wayne in one immaculate,
You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the in him,
The Cobain, the Andre three stacks
And then I'm back to doing shit like I do Maybach music