Big Baby Gandhi - My Maybach lyrics

[Verse 1] Q38 My Maybach... So as I lay back, thinking about stuff to rap about I take my dagger out my backpack, my pen and pad Proceed to rap about, all the things I never had Cross out, rewrite, now I'm thinking I'm a gangsta Everybody put they hands up That's not really me but what people seem to be fans of, I pander Put a little money in my pants pocket, advance profit Getting closer to a gross margin, Just enough so I could boast off it Catch a lick like post office, must address my dough shortage Saving up for a old Taurus, so when the album drop, please go support it In this fiscal climate, my a**ignment, since I'm rhymin, get to shinin Goal to surpa** my environment, say I'm wack but I ain't buyin it Like most things, I can't afford to f** around with a doubt or two, but I never let it get to me, so don't let it get to you [Bridge 1] My neck don't blizzing, my wrist don't flizzop But that don't mean that, my sh** ain't hizzot [Hook] A lot of cats think they so G, they Lil Bo Peep (f** 'em 8x) A lot of cats think they so deep, cuz they hold heat (f** 'em 8x) A lot of cats say they don't weep, cuz they got a Rollie (f** 'em 8x) A lot of cats think they know me, they not my homie (f** 'em 8x) [Verse 2] Cross out, rewrite, now I'm thinking I'm a normal person Not much there to add to verses Most time spent thinking what to purchase, how to purchase, if I could purchase. I mean... IPhones that I can't buy, Dow Jones at all time high Middle cla** at all time low, so low that they think they high So high they identify with, politicians, that's pimps that lie and Lobbyists that then provide, trickle down for you and I Drip drop in a big pot, they pick-pocket, and you can't stop it That's why I do like Pac said, 'yeah, you gotta keep your head up.' [Bridge 2] Gotta keep your head high, I know you feel like Nobody care about you But don't give in to a hay-ta, you know I pray I Pray you find a way out [Verse 3] R train my private jet... So as I fly to d**h, continue build my confidence My therapist, says to resist, my perilous, point of view My self-effacing state of mind, this barrel that I gaze upon, could indirectly hurt someone Could count all the people that love me just by counting on one finger, could count all the people that hate me just by looking out the window Uh, you got me, like Brenda I try my best to express myself from where I feel is my center Me have no agenda, me have no prerogative, do my best stay positive Know I got a lot to give, even if I ain't got a pot to piss in That's not my mission, a lot of y'all got tunnel vision When maybe you could take the bridges Many paths to the same goal, many roads but i mean... Many paths to the same goal, many roads what's yours? [Bridge 1] {Hook} 2X