I'm from Maywood

Walk it how I talk it, I’m from maywood n**** They know I’m conscious as fuck, Lord he woke hood n**** I got it straight out da gutter, go ask my sisters n brother I ain’t taking no shit, and dats word ta my mother U know I stay on dat fuck shit, Chicago bullshit I’m on it I told dem n***** free smoke, but dem n***** didn’t want it Shout out da n***** who doubt it, it’s time ta show em I’m bout it Ain’t got time fa no friendships, unless we starting a riot I ain’t doing no features unless u one of my niggas I spoke dis shit to existence, dis flow is worth 7 figures I took my time with dis shit, did it at my own pace Shout out my beautiful daughters, I got dem tatts on my face U know dey calling me crazy, cuz da way dat I think Take a sip and say maybe, dis very special I drink Dese optical lenses is vicious, I seen dis shit pay attention Dis game I’m taking it ova, I’m lyrical genius Mixed wit a lil Marshall Mathers, get in my way brains I shatter I’m tryna take care my kids, dats da only shit dat matters I gotta teach em da way, we going hard we don’t play Applying pressure a must, now peep dese words dat I say Hustle and stack dat shit properly, den cop u some property Den u stunt on dem haters, gotta make em feel awkwardly Den u get u sum work, gone head n flood da whole streets Den u bare u some arms, gotta stay wit dat heat Den u cop stocks n bonds, crypto currency I’m tryna teach em da game, u know Lord he keep it G Im just smoking my weed, drinkin my Hennessy I’m tryna make em OD, from dese words dat I speak Yea I kno dis shit fire, compliment Lord he’s da writer When dey go low, I go lower, wen dey go high, I go higher I got dat heroine flow, peep dat dope shit was I’m supplying And ima tenth park legend, if I’m lying I’m dying A n**** woulda said flying, but I stay high ass a bird U come at me disrespectfully, I’ll put yo brains on da curb I ain’t fucking around, and I ain’t playing one bit I live dis tough shit I’m writing, I ain’t just sayin da shit I took a few years off, now I come back for my spot N if u ain’t rocking wit Maywood, I’m finna make dis bish hot Stay wit a couple of shooters, dat would blow off yo medulla Applying pressure a must, shout out my boy Freddy Ruger Dis music shit easy, we talkin smoke, I got plenty Smokin on something scrong, I nicknamed it Mark Henry I got ten years n dis shit, with out me saying a bit I jus sat on dis fire, dats why my verses my lit I’m finna hit em wit dis, lil bro gone hit him wit dat Dese words dat come from dese lips, u know dey callin it crack I mean every word dat I spit, n I ain’t taking it back I got her licking da clit, while I’m hitting it from da back Oh my God