No Stars in Maybachs

Lyrics

[Intro: Veeze] Damn [Verse 1: Veeze & Rylo Rodriguez ] Workin' so hard, I can't celebrate the holiday Got six sons, they don't get me nothin' for Father's Day Twelve years old, I was trappin' in front of granny face Bust a brick open, then you gotta burn the duct tape Dub on his head, got bro'nem lookin' for 'em real hard Brought my hoe a Benz, she ain't gotta worry 'bout no Kia Boyz Don't got a hustle bone inside his body, just like to steal cars Four foreigns, cut the music up, these ain't his cars I was locked up with the Motorbend, they hit the door again I was tryna clean my life up like a damn custodian I'm mixin' up a Sprite, it's dirty like a homеless man I'm dressin' like a whitе boy, you'll think I was born rich I'm walkin' through the mall, the blicky in my armpit I miss the Wock' so much, I might just tell the President, huh Playin' 'round with a firearm what got Lil Fye killed If she leave, still won't cry 'bout it, even though she top tier Her lil' brother sweatin' the mail again, it still ain't got here Bad vacuum like a janitor, he up on Hi-Dep Bro my twin, he want nigga dead, he felt like I felt It's a Glock with a grr attached, this the black belt This week, what we spent on lean, 'bout your life spendin' Thick bitch, when she walkin' by, start a car wreck [Verse 2: LUCKI] It was weak when I had her friend, it's a reflex You was doin' all that city girl, I'm just gon' be direct You know me, I'm still a slimy nigga, Jeff ain't free yet I ain't got nothin' for a rookie ho, ain't got her feet wet I'm tellin' hoes I need them bad, I just had popped a Xan' Ain't bitchin' 'bout no radio, they play me through the land These hoes want that Emilio, they fuckin' opposite I threw a dub at Jizzy though, her old nigga was sick Young, rich, and deli', got a blackout on the 'Vette Rose bust Patek, it's a plain skelly in there I'm in first class, catch your bitch in the air I done nodded off, but he got the message clear [Verse 3: Veeze & Rylo Rodriguez ] I get paid like a half-court shot, a big check Play it safe, walkin' in my closet, wear a life jacket I was taught, "You better not trust nothin' but the process" I put mill's in the bank and then let it digest If I would've been right there with Armani, I'll talk him out it I wish bro would've been a boxer, he fightin' a body Be a few niggas from my block say I turned my back They say I'm deadass actin' funny, I ain't Bernie Mac It's a great day when nothin' but bag plays hit your phone up Got a jeweler way in Georgia, but my watch Daytona Put her out and made a slut walk, Amber Rose'd her She keep askin' where the stars in the Maybach Virgil