[Intro:]
Isa Muhammad, n***a
I-S-A _ M-U-H-A-M-M-A-D
Isa Muhammad
MMG on all the f**in social networks and everything
n***a look
This is Inglewood, n***a
This is f**in' South Central, n***a
This is LA, n***a
This is f**in' Venice Beach, n***a
This is f**in' Maybach Music, n***a
[Verse 1:]
Strange up in my palace
Never touch the devils chalace
Manifested Maybach magic
Money in the b**h's mattress
Funny, all I feel is sadness
All I have inside my heart is neutrons, stars
And hella bars that I've evolved, when did I go right so wrong?
I ain't trippin' bout no b**hes, rather put the city on
Inglewood forever, more like chemtrails and m**m wars
The truth is oozin' through my pours
Can't you feel the light is coming deep inside my distant core
This that sh** you never heard before
Like love your black skin and love your black brother more
They try to recreate that soul, but they ain't got them latches bro
We ain't 'bout to stop until we make it back to '94
Hope them n***as in the city know
That it's Maybach Music 'til them crackers k** me, bro
[Interlude:]
Yeah
I said I hope them n***as in the city know
That it's Maybach Music 'til them crackers k** me, bro
[Hook: 2x]
And I ain't trippin 'bout no b**hes
No, I'd rather put the city on
Yo, It's Inglewood forever, look
And chemtrails and m**m wars
[Verse 2:]
[?] Damn, I feel life is but a screen now
Damn, a week ago was on the street now
Damn, now I'm livin' like the king now
Pool party at Ross' house
Ya'll n***as can't come, no
Got gunplay around me best believe we got a gun bro
[?]Slaps that
Hit em with the metaphysics then go chronicle of riddicks
Bars be taking strings up out their theories
All my n***as making history
MMG this sh**’s a mystery
Rosay in the fifth dimension
Challenge you to try to get him
[?] through the bando
I was sleeping there
[?]
Marijuana needed in me
I don’t have no evil in me
Making sure I make a memory
Making sure this city feel me
Inglewood's the blood within me
The depths of space and time within me
These b**h n***as ain't rhyming with me (x2)
These f** boys ain’t rhyming with me
I’m like a time bomb, I be bombing on em
Goddamn I be bombing on em
These mutha f**as ain't rhyming with me
These b**h n***as ain't rhyming with me
These f** boys ain't rhyming with me
Inglewood’s behind me n***a
f** n***as ain't rhyming with me
Now a n***a’s jaws be…
Ahhh, Ahhh
I was gonna keep going too