Part I: "Maybach" by 42 Dugg
[Verse]
Confessional soliloquies, a lesson of humility
It's hard when our fathers in correctional facilities
If it wasn’t for my professional ability
I would probably be somewhere on a level 4, where killers be
But I'm off aggression road, with a extra load of Hillary
Straight from Mexico, my connections go to Italy
Blessed soul, sold oregano from Piccadility
We had the gas and water, paid the mortgage from utilities
Niggas ask for smoke so I try to keep the SIG with me
And I'm talkin’ in code, shawty, I keep that thingamajig with me
My spirit lives forever, even if they kill me physically
What do you call a black sheep that made it past the streets?
The escape goat, but them bullets never riddled me, ha-ha
Okay, here's another riddle peep
There's 4 of us in the car and I put my bitch in the middle seat
'Cause the Mossberg pump ridin' shotgun, literally
I was taught, never get caught at the stoplight
Beef lasts forever, I wish I could make it alright
But I had to learn how to make it home, make it all rights
Get what I'm sayin'? Alright
Nigga shootin' in the air, never had a dogfight
Glock with the fog light, I done lived a hard life, right
Man, these streets’ll show you no mercy
Like leftover Thanksgivin’, I went cold turkey
The most worthy, I took a flow that's so murky
They call me 4:30, that means I was woke early
Had to get my teeth fixed, rest in peace to ol’ dirty
Ain't them hoe pearly?
Yeah, okay, let's switch the topic
I might just drop a Christian project, niggas still'll cop it
I’m a Catholic, that's philosophic, yeah
And my freestyles are philanthropic, yeah
So that makes me a non-profit, get the logic
Used to be a con artist, but I never picked the pocket
My partner still doin' time, imagine me stealin' watches, huh
They botched a robbery and had to kill the hostage
Real life chronicles, the honorable, Muhammad, who changed lives
My songs can do the same things the Qur'an'll do
Life ain't fair, nah, and neither is the carnival
They get payed when you lose, how you think they make they money fool?
Sunday school over one's and two's, in the middle of tongue and grove
It's wisdom in my rendezvous
Cyphers in the cafeteria, makin' niggas run they food
First, I would kill a mic, then make 'em run they jewels
[Verse]
Confessional soliloquies, a lesson of humility
It's hard when our fathers in correctional facilities
If it wasn’t for my professional ability
I would probably be somewhere on a level 4, where killers be
But I'm off aggression road, with a extra load of Hillary
Straight from Mexico, my connections go to Italy
Blessed soul, sold oregano from Piccadility
We had the gas and water, paid the mortgage from utilities
Niggas ask for smoke so I try to keep the SIG with me
And I'm talkin’ in code, shawty, I keep that thingamajig with me
My spirit lives forever, even if they kill me physically
What do you call a black sheep that made it past the streets?
The escape goat, but them bullets never riddled me, ha-ha
Okay, here's another riddle peep
There's 4 of us in the car and I put my bitch in the middle seat
'Cause the Mossberg pump ridin' shotgun, literally
I was taught, never get caught at the stoplight
Beef lasts forever, I wish I could make it alright
But I had to learn how to make it home, make it all rights
Get what I'm sayin'? Alright
Nigga shootin' in the air, never had a dogfight
Glock with the fog light, I done lived a hard life, right
Man, these streets’ll show you no mercy
Like leftover Thanksgivin’, I went cold turkey
The most worthy, I took a flow that's so murky
They call me 4:30, that means I was woke early
Had to get my teeth fixed, rest in peace to ol’ dirty
Ain't them hoe pearly?
Yeah, okay, let's switch the topic
I might just drop a Christian project, niggas still'll cop it
I’m a Catholic, that's philosophic, yeah
And my freestyles are philanthropic, yeah
So that makes me a non-profit, get the logic
Used to be a con artist, but I never picked the pocket
My partner still doin' time, imagine me stealin' watches, huh
They botched a robbery and had to kill the hostage
Real life chronicles, the honorable, Muhammad, who changed lives
My songs can do the same things the Qur'an'll do
Life ain't fair, nah, and neither is the carnival
They get payed when you lose, how you think they make they money fool?
Sunday school over one's and two's, in the middle of tongue and grove
It's wisdom in my rendezvous
Cyphers in the cafeteria, makin' niggas run they food
First, I would kill a mic, then make 'em run they jewels
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