[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