Chemtrails & Muslim Wars

[Intro:]
Isa Muhammad, nigga
I-S-A _ M-U-H-A-M-M-A-D
Isa Muhammad
MMG on all the fuckin social networks and everything
Nigga look
This is Inglewood, nigga
This is fuckin' South Central, nigga
This is LA, nigga
This is fuckin' Venice Beach, nigga
This is fuckin' Maybach Music, nigga

[Verse 1:]
Strange up in my palace
Never touch the devils chalace
Manifested Maybach magic
Money in the bitch's mattress
Funny, all I feel is sadness
All I have inside my heart is neutrons, stars
And hella bars that I've evolved, when did I go right so wrong?
I ain't trippin' bout no bitches, rather put the city on
Inglewood forever, more like chemtrails and Muslim wars
The truth is oozin' through my pours
Can't you feel the light is coming deep inside my distant core
This that shit you never heard before
Like love your black skin and love your black brother more
They try to recreate that soul, but they ain't got them latches bro
We ain't 'bout to stop until we make it back to '94
Hope them niggas in the city know
That it's Maybach Music 'til them crackers kill me, bro

[Interlude]
Yeah
I said I hope them niggas in the city know
That it's Maybach Music 'til them crackers kill me, bro

[Hook]
And I ain't trippin 'bout no bitches
No, I'd rather put the city on
Yo, It's Inglewood forever, look
And chemtrails and Muslim wars
And I ain't trippin 'bout no bitches
No, I said I'd rather put the city on
Yo, It's Inglewood forevermore
Like chemtrails and Muslim wars

[Verse 2:]
I just want a piece of bean pie
Damn, I feel life is but a screen now
Damn, a week ago was on the street now
Damn, now I'm livin' like the king now
Pool party at Ross' house
Ya'll niggas can't come, no
Got Gunplay around me best believe he got a gun, bro
Slime said
Hit 'em with the metaphysics then go chronicle of riddicks
Bars be takin' strings up out their theories
All my niggas making history
MMG, this shit's a mystery
Rozay in the fifth dimension
Challenge you to try to get him
[?] through the bando
I was sleepin' there
[?]
Marijuana, need it in me
I don't have no evil in me
Making sure I make a memory
Making sure this city feel me
Inglewood's the blood within me
The depths of space and time within me
These bitch niggas ain't rhymin' with me These bitch niggas ain't rhymin' with me
These fuck boys ain’t rhymin' with me
I’m like a time bomb, I be bombing on em
Goddamn I be bombing on em
These mutha fuckas ain't rhyming with me
These bitch niggas ain't rhyming with me
These fuck boys ain't rhyming with me
Inglewood's behind me nigga
Fuck niggas ain't rhymin' with me
Now a nigga's jaws be…
Ahhh, Ahhh
I was gonna keep goin' too