Max B Interlude - feat. Max B

Yeah, I gave 'em my music, they ran with my style, style

Bring your clique, I run through it, gave 'em an L, L

First one to chow down, nigga, I'm famous

I got a chip on my shoulder, eat that shit with a sandwich

Bet you thought I was done and finished, Max, he ain't goin' over

We can do bullshit music, we can flow mediocre

We can just post some pictures, we can be one-hit wonders

Bitches won't know the difference, they keep me from goin' under

Still on parole, still I smoke hella dabble

Still I drink heavy liquor, got a bitch that sniff hella powder

These are true stories, real-live facts

Federales want me to give up my sources and contacts

My melody synthesized, they had me forever

All my ties, had to sever, dope, all that intricate in the past

Niggas killin' niggas, they want genocide

We ain't goin' back, they'll never take my men alive

Takin' they bitches and gettin' 'em high

24/7 hustlin', always workin' to get my paper up

Countin' up so much money, now my thumbs are gettin' paper cuts

Hear what these niggas sayin' on the line, but I think they play too much

Everybody sayin' some new shit need to drop, guess what, the wait is up

Young Khalifa got a pound next to the bed soon as I'm wakin' up

I don't even know which car I'm gonna drive, might pick my favorite one

Niggas out here trippin' on that fentanyl, man, that's them crazy drugs

Might be cool, but I don't let shit slide, you could never play me, cuz

Might be sunny outside, but I save it for a rainy one

VIP list, check it, that's what my name be on

Young rich nigga, ask her, that's what your lady want

Ain't gon' never stop, I'll be workin' 'til I'm 81

If my nigga rollin' up, I tell him, "Roll me one"

Out in Miami on a jet ski, whippin' with my son

Kiki on the river, hop off the yacht, and get some brunch

I'm with all my niggas, I'm with all my day ones

Always talkin' shit, but you got insufficient funds

Never let 'em see my path, not leavin' bread crumbs

They get through with all the love, that's when the hate comes

I was young and hopeless, that's where all the rage from

Went and got a Porsche, Ty Dolla got the same one

Can't skip through the book, gotta start out on page one

Lookin' through my roof, pull out a joint, and blaze one

Think I'm bulletproof, you'll find out where I came from

Might be sunny outside, but I save it for a rainy one

VIP list, check it, that's what my name be on

Young rich nigga, ask her, that's what your lady want

Ain't gon' never stop, I'll be workin' 'til I'm 81

You know that I'ma always be a Taylor

That's the way I live, the way I live

You know that I'ma always be a Taylor

That's the way I live, the way I live

When I say Taylor, you say Gang

Taylor (Gang)

Taylor (Gang)

When I say Taylor, you say Gang

Taylor (Gang)

Taylor (Gang)

And still the champion remains

From all the bullshit, we refrain

She play the game with you, but really she want that Kush and Orange Juice

That's why she here with us

Pass me my lighter, baby