Maybach Blues

It ain't no beef for niggas I love Niggas 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 f*ck we let them dreams turn to dust How the f*ck we let them niggas pass us We was in first, them niggas 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 niggas try to sound like me Try to make they voice like mine, I'm flattered Niggas copy my drip, my patterns I ain't mad, I be making it happen Niggas screaming out bands bands in they track Who the f*ck really got gang on they backs What happened to niggas sticking to they role Everybody wanna be a star on their own Everybody wanna rap but can't nobody rap Nigga, I was really showing niggas ropes When it came to this rapping shit, I was the best at it I was really giving niggas hope Fifteen for the pain Nigga 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 f*ck if niggas feel a way I had to let it out This shit was killing me All the teeth and gums when niggas seeing me Niggas don't like shit, but they be preeing me We used to Tell these niggas not to sleep on the Z How the f*ck the whole gang fell asleep I ain't forcing a thing, let it be what it be But I guess niggas, 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 Nigga shit ain't the same just gotta face facts Ever lost all your bread and got yuh cake back Nigga, 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 f*ck 12, nigga, every day That's why if them niggas get behind me We gon really have to race, take em on a chase Niggas say I'm they motivation When these niggas motivating me Still the same nigga 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 nigga ever wanted was to get some money Nigga, break bad with the team