Max B Interlude

[Verse 1: 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 going 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 going 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 killing niggas, they want genocide We ain't going back, they'll never take my men alive [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Taking their bitches and getting 'em high 24/7 hustling, always working to get my paper up Counting up so much money, now my thumbs are getting paper cuts Hear what these niggas saying on the line, but I think they play too much Everybody saying 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 waking up I don't even know which car I'm gonna drive, might pick my favorite one Niggas out here tripping 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 [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] 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 working 'til I'm eighty-one [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] If my nigga rolling up, I tell him roll me one Out in Miami on a jet ski, whipping with my son Kiki on the river, hop out the yacht and get some brunch I'm with all my niggas, I'm with all my day ones Always talking shit, but you got insufficient funds Never let 'em see my path, not leaving 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 Looking through my roof, pull out a joint and blaze one Think I'm bulletproof, you'll find out where I came from [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] 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 working 'til I'm eighty-one [Bridge: Wiz Khalifa] 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) [Outro: Chevy Woods] 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