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[Intro: Maxo]
Yeah, Yeah
Aye, it's like three o'clock, my time
Uh, down in california

[Verse: Maxo]
It’s funny how these niggas hate but they ain't sparkin' my legacy
That's the main reason they never part of my legacy, look
If they look at me now I bet they bet on me
Prolly try to dip up on my cheddar too?
My dude, I eat regardless, I’m so used to what they've been said to me
Niggas hate, I learned that shit a long time ago
That’s half the reason I be rhymin’ tho’
What you think I really do this for?
I love my people but I need my issue
My mama said if you got that bread, white men won't get you
I ain’t forgot that, that’s why I need my tissue my paper
Lord knows that I’m getting my weight up, tryna do my mama some favors
Not have a stress with neighbors, if she need that new Benz then Imma get her that
And all these bitches gon’ remember me, Jack, I swear to got they is
On god I probably blow up like the Cosby kids
Tell the captain, copy that and roger this
How I go from not a pot to piss, to the proper kid, my options endless
Flippin' records like they Pages no Guinness
They can’t fade us, I’ve been here since the beginning
A nigga need his money long like Russel Simmons
I swear to god it’s been a minutes since I felt this finite (?)
But I promise you - I won’t get washed up with you

[Outro: Maxo]
Yeah, nice