Lyrics

Good evening My name is R.L And I'll be entertainment for the night Feels good to be back Hey Realest shit I ever wrote Chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I send out Homie I'ma make back Can you believe it? Oh, you gotta see it Yeah, I don't plan on goin' broke Put that on my Maybach And I'm in it to win Nah, niggas can't take that (Yeah) Listen to my Maybach Music (Uh) Yeah, to my Maybach Music Couldn't get a deal to save my life Couldn't keep a nigga from toppin' my wife Assets froze and bank foreclosin' Come on nigga hand me the mic Millions of records sold, I'm 34 years old Fans askin' when I'm gonna drop so more But them niggas in these buildings Said they ain't feelin' I'd make a killing knowin' I'm a villain To the masses, so I had to get drastic Vocally and musically artists got they ass kicked So forget beggin' for the meetings Sending you my demos [?] wasn't believin', it shoulda been simple Here's a sample of what you been missin' Don't talk, just listen Hey Realest shit I ever wrote Chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I send out Homie I'ma make back (Uh) Can you believe it? Oh, you gotta see it Yeah, I don't plan on goin' broke Put that on my Maybach And I'm in it to win Nah, niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach Music Yeah, to my Maybach Music (Yeah, uh) Music used to be my bitch How I used to lover her We used to make love And then I was like, 'Fuck her' I left her alone Now I'm back like a sucker Going in raw dog no rubber At first she was 'single' but then we went on 'record' She was off the 'charts', sometimes I'd have to check her Took her on tour on a couple of billboards Started sellin' out like never before For awhile it was cool But the tramp got cocky She called Clive, told J they should drop me Instead I just asked for a release 'Cause for me at least I'd have peace It took a piece of me 'Cause all I ever knew was the same songs All across the world with the same broad Now I'm in meetings tryna get her back I'm tryna get us both on the right track Get it, right 'track' Hey Realest shit I ever wrote (Huh) Chillin' in my Maybach (Uh) Whatever I send out Homie I'ma make back (Y'all didn't think I could do it huh?) Can you believe it? Oh, you gotta see it (Your boy is back haha) Yeah, I don't plan on goin' broke Put that on my Maybach And I'm in it to win Nah, niggas can't take that (I don't even want another meetin' nigga) Listen to my Maybach Music (You wish your artist could do it like me) Yeah, to my Maybach Music (Haha uh) Smooth it out Don't talk, just listen Yeah Oh Oh Don't talk, listen It's the return, return, of the voice