Maybach Blues

It ain't no beef for **** I love

**** just grew up and got outta touch

It could never be what it was

Z shit was supposed to be bigger than us

How the fuck we let them dreams turn to dust

How the fuck we let them **** pass us

We was in first, them **** started creeping up

And now they thinking they could lap us

I could get gritty with it or make songs for the pretty women

Ain't your average rapper

Girl, you want this one or you want those

Grab both, it don't even matter

Everything that I do is for you

And you move like I don't even matter

Couple **** try to sound like me

Try to make they voice like mine, I'm flattered

**** copy my drip, my patterns

I ain't mad, I be making it happen

**** screaming out bands bands in they track

Who the fuck really got gang on they backs

What happened to **** sticking to they role

Everybody wanna be a star on their own

Everybody wanna rap but can't nobody rap

****, I was really showing **** ropes

When it came to this rapping shit, I was the best at it

I was really giving **** hope

Fifteen for the pain

**** nun ain't broke, it's just how I cope

Cold, cold world

Bitch, I keep a heater on me

Bought my son a moncler coat

Give a fuck if **** feel a way I had to let it out

This shit was killing me

All the teeth and gums when **** seeing me

**** don't like shit, but they be preeing me

We used to Tell these **** not to sleep on the Z

How the fuck the whole gang fell asleep

I ain't forcing a thing, let it be what it be

But I guess ****, they don't want it more than me

I just stay to myself and move accordingly

And the shit really hurt when I fell out with T

Cause we started this rap and shit, just you and me

But it is what it is, I ain't calling it beef

Reminiscing in the Maybach

**** shit ain't the same just gotta face facts

Ever lost all your bread and got yuh cake back

****, when brody died, I had to take prescriptions

Baby, I was not trying to face facts

I done popped three 20's in a day

I was just trying to float, pain away

Cops killed, bro, RIP Bell

Still fuck 12, ****, every day

That's why if them **** get behind me

We gon really have to race, take em on a chase

**** say I'm they motivation

When these **** motivating me

Still the same **** paper planes white tee

Thirteen hundred dollar pair of feets

I was just Gucci stepping through the east

And my bitch got on Pucci, you ain't never seen

Shorty try to argue, buy that bitch Celine

All a **** ever wanted was to get some money

****, break bad with the team