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I pray for us all In the immortal words of the brother Malcolm X Yo, yo, yo (M-M-Maybach Music) Back's against ropes, win the case Then it's back to bein' broke, I know the place Where the rats and the roaches would race Now it's rap niggas' smoke-filled estates Who envisioned my initials in the gates? (M-M-M) Confidential but these bitches know they place Countin' C-notes, kilos like I'm cuttin' cakes Even Janet Reno know a nigga race Prince appeal poppin', sippin' Purple Rain Ask me how I feel, I tell you I no longer feel the pain Kill the game, that's three-hundred for the chain And it don't include the charm just to show you who the king Hunnid cars just to show you we at odds That's beginnin' how you dress to your weed and cigars Stay on the phone but I limit all remarks Just remember, we the mob and regarded as a God They want informants on the click side (click side) They wanna know how low the bricks fly (bricks fly) They wanna know a nigga dick size (dick size) (check one, two, one, two) Even though they know I'm livin' big time (big time) Biggest (yeah) (M-M-M) It's incredible Yo, I came home with a connect and got started abruptly That's five figures off a chicken I bought at Kentucky We did that twice, then invested in artists that's hungry Then change a young nigga life and launder the money, wait No handouts, I'm goin' on three summers legit Machine, Cutter and West, and me, each one of us rich Before I did it, they ain't know these numbers exist A nigga left the plug, then blew up three hundred to six, mmh Yeah, Forgiatos veerin', smokin' while I'm starin' (while I'm starin') I don't gotta pick these hoes, they volunteerin' (volunteerin') Jump out, diamonds glarin', flexin', why they starin'? (Why they starin'?) I know you wanna take it, so that's why I wear it I heard they wanna know how much the clique makin' In this book of life, you can't skip pages Got my strip quakin' off a wrist takin' big paper I'm really in the field, you just Skip Bayless Ah It's incredible (huh) Been a baller but you never been to base Just a casket for kilo in a crate Pray for pastors strapped outside of the gates Young bastards never tappin' the brakes Dumb rappers never ownin' the tapes (M-M-M) Just tours and afterparties to make More beefs and dirty bitches to chase New shoes, expensive cars to race Big Combs, just pay 'em off at a pace I threw in the elevators and sat 'em right on the lake Been in moments the business was at a break I'm at a fork in the road, which way, Hov or Ma$e? New crib, now add up all of the bills The niggas you wanna kill, another slice of the cake More ice and wiretaps from Vice Rap, double M, they wanna lead a double life Whack a nigga, need no receipts Clap a nigga, leave 'em on the seat Rappers always seem to be the wannabes It seem like I'm the one they really wanna be Rappers always seem to be the wannabes It seem like I'm the one they really wanna be (M-M-Maybach Music)