Im from Maywood

Walk it how I talk it, I'm from maywood n****
They know I'm conscious as fuck, Lord he woke hood n****
I got it straight out da gutter, go ask my sisters n brother
I ain't taking no shit, and dats word ta my mother
U know I stay on dat fuck shit, Chicago bullshit I'm on it
I told dem n***** free smoke, but dem n***** didn't want it
Shout out da n***** who doubt it, it's time ta show em I'm bout it
Ain't got time fa no friendships, unless we starting a riot
I ain't doing no features unless u one of my niggas
I spoke dis shit to existence, dis flow is worth 7 figures
I took my time with dis shit, did it at my own pace
Shout out my beautiful daughters, I got dem tatts on my face
U know dey calling me crazy, cuz da way dat I think
Take a sip and say maybe, dis very special I drink
Dese optical lenses is vicious, I seen dis shit pay attention
Dis game I'm taking it ova, I'm lyrical genius
Mixed wit a lil Marshall Mathers, get in my way brains I shatter
I'm tryna take care my kids, dats da only shit dat matters
I gotta teach em da way, we going hard we don't play
Applying pressure a must, now peep dese words dat I say
Hustle and stack dat shit properly, den cop u some property
Den u stunt on dem haters, gotta make em feel awkwardly
Den u get u sum work, gone head n flood da whole streets
Den u bare u some arms, gotta stay wit dat heat
Den u cop stocks n bonds, crypto currency
I'm tryna teach em da game, u know Lord he keep it G
Im just smoking my weed, drinkin my Hennessy
I'm tryna make em OD, from dese words dat I speak
Yea I kno dis shit fire, compliment Lord he's da writer
When dey go low, I go lower, wen dey go high, I go higher
I got dat heroine flow, peep dat dope shit was I'm supplying
And ima tenth park legend, if I'm lying I'm dying
A n**** woulda said flying, but I stay high ass a bird
U come at me disrespectfully, I'll put yo brains on da curb
I ain't fucking around, and I ain't playing one bit
I live dis tough shit I'm writing, I ain't just sayin da shit
I took a few years off, now I come back for my spot
N if u ain't rocking wit Maywood, I'm finna make dis bish hot
Stay wit a couple of shooters, dat would blow off yo medulla
Applying pressure a must, shout out my boy Freddy Ruger
Dis music shit easy, we talkin smoke, I got plenty
Smokin on something scrong, I nicknamed it Mark Henry
I got ten years n dis shit, with out me saying a bit
I jus sat on dis fire, dats why my verses my lit
I'm finna hit em wit dis, lil bro gone hit him wit dat
Dese words dat come from dese lips, u know dey callin it crack
I mean every word dat I spit, n I ain't taking it back
I got her licking da clit, while I'm hitting it from da back
Oh my God



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Writer(s): Lezepplin Greer
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