Chemtrails & Muslim Wars

Lyrics

[Intro:] Isa Muhammad, nigga I-S-A _ M-U-H-A-M-M-A-D Isa Muhammad MMG on all the fuckin social networks and everything Nigga look This is Inglewood, nigga This is fuckin' South Central, nigga This is LA, nigga This is fuckin' Venice Beach, nigga This is fuckin' Maybach Music, nigga [Verse 1:] Strange up in my palace Never touch the devils chalace Manifested Maybach magic Money in the bitch'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 bitches, rather put the city on Inglewood forever, more like chemtrails and Muslim wars The truth is oozin' through my pours Can't you feel the light is coming deep inside my distant core This that shit 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 niggas in the city know That it's Maybach Music 'til them crackers kill me, bro [Interlude] Yeah I said I hope them niggas in the city know That it's Maybach Music 'til them crackers kill me, bro [Hook] And I ain't trippin 'bout no bitches No, I'd rather put the city on Yo, It's Inglewood forever, look And chemtrails and Muslim wars And I ain't trippin 'bout no bitches No, I said I'd rather put the city on Yo, It's Inglewood forevermore Like chemtrails and Muslim wars [Verse 2:] I just want a piece of bean pie 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 niggas can't come, no Got Gunplay around me best believe he got a gun, bro Slime said Hit 'em with the metaphysics then go chronicle of riddicks Bars be takin' strings up out their theories All my niggas making history MMG, this shit's a mystery Rozay in the fifth dimension Challenge you to try to get him [?] through the bando I was sleepin' there [?] Marijuana, need it 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 bitch niggas ain't rhymin' with me These bitch niggas ain't rhymin' with me These fuck boys ain't rhymin' with me I'm like a time bomb, I be bombing on em Goddamn I be bombing on em These mutha fuckas ain't rhyming with me These bitch niggas ain't rhyming with me These fuck boys ain't rhyming with me Inglewood's behind me nigga Fuck niggas ain't rhymin' with me Now a nigga's jaws be… Ahhh, Ahhh I was gonna keep goin' too