Maywood
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Caught a drug case, it's a felony
Out on bond word God all eyes on me
If they trip me up, there's no leniency
Got my cell and the truck, not my dignity
I'm a hustle hard, I'm a climb back
Gotta grind just to make a little money back
Lawyer called me up, he wants a rack
County jail wants the whole shirt off my back
It's a cold world, it's so plain to see
Homies locked up in a white T
Look around, God damn, it's slavery
Going inside, man, call up Spike Lee
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
We got time, let's conversate
About the pigs and the snakes
How they player hate
How to spot 'em
Posted up on a hot day
How to play it when it
Get up to your court date
Ain't a free state, ain't a free mind
Get in one or two lines like dollar signs
When the sun don't shine, your son will shine
Rapping one or two lines seeing dollar signs
Why I got to grind? I got to find
Some peace of mind, I got to climb
The life of crime, or writing rhymes
Both take some time well God damn
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Stop. Walk. Stop
Go. Don't talk
Take yo hats off
Ain't just the time, it's hearing these hoes
Who the fuck wanna go and be a CO
Rather go and get my whole teeth pulled
Rather go flip an O and be a G, oh
Lost 3 o's, you already know
Ditching by the court it's a free throw
Pick it up got a class three
Lock me up I got class free
This whole damn cell a University
That world is ours, who you wanna be
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Caught a drug case, it's a felony
Out on bond word God all eyes on me
If they trip me up, there's no leniency
Got my cell and the truck, not my dignity
I'm a hustle hard, I'm a climb back
Gotta grind just to make a little money back
Lawyer called me up, he wants a rack
County jail wants the whole shirt off my back
It's a cold world, it's so plain to see
Homies locked up in a white T
Look around, God damn, it's slavery
Going inside, man, call up Spike Lee
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
We got time, let's conversate
About the pigs and the snakes
How they player hate
How to spot 'em
Posted up on a hot day
How to play it when it
Get up to your court date
Ain't a free state, ain't a free mind
Get in one or two lines like dollar signs
When the sun don't shine, your son will shine
Rapping one or two lines seeing dollar signs
Why I got to grind? I got to find
Some peace of mind, I got to climb
The life of crime, or writing rhymes
Both take some time well God damn
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Stop. Walk. Stop
Go. Don't talk
Take yo hats off
Ain't just the time, it's hearing these hoes
Who the fuck wanna go and be a CO
Rather go and get my whole teeth pulled
Rather go flip an O and be a G, oh
Lost 3 o's, you already know
Ditching by the court it's a free throw
Pick it up got a class three
Lock me up I got class free
This whole damn cell a University
That world is ours, who you wanna be
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
Maywood Beds, rest my head
Upon my jacket for tryna stack it
Fuck your mattress, fuck your sandwich
I ain't your friend
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Writer(s): Colin Borchert
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