Maybachs - Ryler Smith, Mikey

Young nigga goin' mad

Maybachs in the sand

We too heavy with the wagon

Scratch off leeches like a scab

Woke hip hop up with a jab

Burnin wisdom on my pad

Work in progress on the tag

All my niggas get the bag

Fist with sonic, act a fool

Ayo this the product

Nigga this narcotic

From a distant provenence

On my wrist no Roli

Yea I know my time

I’m on my Dolomite

Uh

Pull up in a rover truck

No phone, the feds could be watchin' us

Triangle we hearding the populace

Now governments callin' us populists

I got ends up overseas

Mostly Mikey on the beat

They ain’t fuckin' with the steez

Beats bump like stampedes

Half black and European

Sheah butter in my sheen

From Nairobi to the Z

I get kudos from OGs

Uh

What you finna gain

From sniffin' rock cocaine

Ain’t no hive to hide in

When Wesley Snipes you down

Yuh

Eat my carrots with the peas

Since a toddler always hungry

Ace your product or get comphy

Went from start ups to a company

In the Bank capital

Stack up your capitol

White powder up they nose

They sunk us like waterboards

But this time the buoyancy control

Is how we rose

Political tension explosive

Build an arc like I’m Noah

It got dark, lit the torches

This is art, I endorsed it

Young nigga goin' mad

Maybachs in the sand

We too heavy with the wagon

Scratch off leeches like a scab

Woke hip hop up with a jab

Burnin' wisdom on my pad

Work in progress on the tag

All my niggas get the bag

All my niggas get the bag

All my niggas get the bag

Pull up in a rover truck

No phone the feds could be watching us