What is this? Maybach music. I like this Maybach music. Sweet. This Maybach music is monumental. Some things your money can't buy. Like heaven in the sky. Even a better ride. In the rear, so many instruments I hear. Tucked behind curtain, no sign of fear. I'm higher than a leer. This Maybach music, designing shit I wear. Mid-coast loser. Close your eyes and inhale the smoke. This Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote. Take a toke of this Maybach music. This shit I wrote. Black Maybach, white seats, black piping. Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike fighting. The girl is mine. Life's a bitch. So the whole world is mine. The six dudes long. The curtains are drawn. Perfectly like a Picasso. I'm a major player. 40-40s in Vegas at the Palazzo. I said it was not so. Certain things your money can't buy. Like being this fly. To then I'm just gonna ride. I'm like G-Rap with better transportation. On the road to the riches. Reach my final destination. In the lair, closer to a lair. Say a prayer, hope I get to share. When I disappear from here, baby, yeah. When I don't see the ending through these millionaire lenses. Just the two M's on the emblem. The partition roof, translucent and humidor. Faded to a star. True story, my closet is like two stories. Straight to the happy ending. Cause I don't do stories. Sean Curry, real rap. The Maybach is bananas. Peel back. You feel that? Realest shit I ever wrote. Chillin' in my Maybach. Eight track episodes, been doin' this since way back. Since way back. Since way back. Realest shit I ever wrote. Chillin' in my Maybach. Eight track episodes, been doin' this since way back. Since way back. Since way back. Eight track episodes, been doin' this since way back. Boss. Can you stop now? I got too much cake. They pitchin' pennies while I'm musclin' for meals. And that muzzle be that muzzle when I stuff it in your grills. Stuff shells thanks to crack. I crack crab and lobster. Not all mobsters, impostors. Boy, I got an eagle view. Standin' on my balcony can only stay a week or two. So many people out for me. I bulletproof the Maybach. Got a killer's intuition. Holdin' on that Mac-11, Machiavelli premonition. Waitin' on my Suge Knight. One nation under God since I chose a thug's life. Guess I gotta play my part. Never will I die. My name symbolize the hustle of young killers comin' from the other side. Some things your money can't buy. Like heaven in the sky. Even a better ride. I'm large in my black car. Menage with black bras. Huzzahs for frauds. I'm in the lodge. My frat robbed. For me it's easy to kill in the feel of hip-hop. Runnin' up on the car. You get pop-mocked and dropped. I'm the boss.