I pray for us all
In the immortal words of the brother Malcolm X
Yo yo yo (M-M-Maybach Music)
Backs against ropes win the case
Then its back to bein broke I know the place
Where the rats and the roaches would race
Now its rap niggas smoke-filled estates
Who envisioned my initials in the gates? (M-M-M)
Confidential but these bitches know they place
Countin C-notes kilos like Im cuttin cakes
Even Janet Reno know a nigga race
Prince appeal poppin sippin Purple Rain
Ask me how I feel I tell you I no longer feel the pain
Kill the game thats three-hundred for the chain
And it dont include the charm just to show you who the king
Hunnid cars just to show you we at odds
Thats beginnin how you dress to your weed and cigars
Stay on the phone but I limit all remarks
Just remember we the mob and regarded as a God
They want informants on the click side (click side)
They wanna know how low the bricks fly (bricks fly)
They wanna know a nigga dick size (dick size) (check one two one two)
Even though they know Im livin big time (big time)
Biggest (yeah) (M-M-M)
Its incredible
Yo I came home with a connect and got started abruptly
Thats five figures off a chicken I bought at Kentucky
We did that twice then invested in artists thats hungry
Then change a young nigga life and launder the money wait
No handouts Im goin on three summers legit
Machine Cutter and West and me each one of us rich
Before I did it they aint know these numbers exist
A nigga left the plug then blew up three hundred to six mmh
Yeah Forgiatos veerin smokin while Im starin (while Im starin)
I dont gotta pick these hoes they volunteerin (volunteerin)
Jump out diamonds glarin flexin why they starin? (Why they starin?)
I know you wanna take it so thats why I wear it
I heard they wanna know how much the clique makin
In this book of life you cant skip pages
Got my strip quakin off a wrist takin big paper
Im really in the field you just Skip Bayless
Ah
Its incredible (huh)
Been a baller but you never been to base
Just a casket for kilo in a crate
Pray for pastors strapped outside of the gates
Young bastards never tappin the brakes
Dumb rappers never ownin the tapes (M-M-M)
Just tours and afterparties to make
More beefs and dirty bitches to chase
New shoes expensive cars to race
Big Combs just pay em off at a pace
I threw in the elevators and sat em right on the lake
Been in moments the business was at a break
Im at a fork in the road which way Hov or Ma$e?
New crib now add up all of the bills
The niggas you wanna kill another slice of the cake
More ice and wiretaps from Vice
Rap double M they wanna lead a double life
Whack a nigga need no receipts
Clap a nigga leave em on the seat
Rappers always seem to be the wannabes
It seem like Im the one they really wanna be
Rappers always seem to be the wannabes
It seem like Im the one they really wanna be
(M-M-Maybach Music)
In the immortal words of the brother Malcolm X
Yo yo yo (M-M-Maybach Music)
Backs against ropes win the case
Then its back to bein broke I know the place
Where the rats and the roaches would race
Now its rap niggas smoke-filled estates
Who envisioned my initials in the gates? (M-M-M)
Confidential but these bitches know they place
Countin C-notes kilos like Im cuttin cakes
Even Janet Reno know a nigga race
Prince appeal poppin sippin Purple Rain
Ask me how I feel I tell you I no longer feel the pain
Kill the game thats three-hundred for the chain
And it dont include the charm just to show you who the king
Hunnid cars just to show you we at odds
Thats beginnin how you dress to your weed and cigars
Stay on the phone but I limit all remarks
Just remember we the mob and regarded as a God
They want informants on the click side (click side)
They wanna know how low the bricks fly (bricks fly)
They wanna know a nigga dick size (dick size) (check one two one two)
Even though they know Im livin big time (big time)
Biggest (yeah) (M-M-M)
Its incredible
Yo I came home with a connect and got started abruptly
Thats five figures off a chicken I bought at Kentucky
We did that twice then invested in artists thats hungry
Then change a young nigga life and launder the money wait
No handouts Im goin on three summers legit
Machine Cutter and West and me each one of us rich
Before I did it they aint know these numbers exist
A nigga left the plug then blew up three hundred to six mmh
Yeah Forgiatos veerin smokin while Im starin (while Im starin)
I dont gotta pick these hoes they volunteerin (volunteerin)
Jump out diamonds glarin flexin why they starin? (Why they starin?)
I know you wanna take it so thats why I wear it
I heard they wanna know how much the clique makin
In this book of life you cant skip pages
Got my strip quakin off a wrist takin big paper
Im really in the field you just Skip Bayless
Ah
Its incredible (huh)
Been a baller but you never been to base
Just a casket for kilo in a crate
Pray for pastors strapped outside of the gates
Young bastards never tappin the brakes
Dumb rappers never ownin the tapes (M-M-M)
Just tours and afterparties to make
More beefs and dirty bitches to chase
New shoes expensive cars to race
Big Combs just pay em off at a pace
I threw in the elevators and sat em right on the lake
Been in moments the business was at a break
Im at a fork in the road which way Hov or Ma$e?
New crib now add up all of the bills
The niggas you wanna kill another slice of the cake
More ice and wiretaps from Vice
Rap double M they wanna lead a double life
Whack a nigga need no receipts
Clap a nigga leave em on the seat
Rappers always seem to be the wannabes
It seem like Im the one they really wanna be
Rappers always seem to be the wannabes
It seem like Im the one they really wanna be
(M-M-Maybach Music)
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