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Realest shit I wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma 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 Louis the Jr.
Starting, all that stuntin' is gonna ya
B.I. was he probably had a two tone
With the Grey
yay poop on
Will
I am the shit and this is my commode
Uh oh there go
Talking about how ya boy extra tight
I just remember that my extra bright
I hit the strip club and get extra hype,
You hit the strip club and turn extra dyke
We who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap will probably be a blessing right.
So all the you talking dead, coffin
Light the coughing, new crib loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, where's that?
What's in front? Benz's, what Lexus
who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's

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

alright,
All black
I'm sitting in the
Classy as a mother still like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on x how the row
That's right mill due like damn clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be strapping up like the seal do
Sweet as banana split time I peel through,
Fresher will smith and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet tough acting Tinactin
I'm this shit
You try tackling,
Lil in one word 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 like I do sing Maybach music