No Stars in Maybachs

Lyrics: Lucki/Ryan Adams/Karon Malolm Vantrees Music: Lucki/Ryan Adams/Karon Malolm Vantrees Damn Workin' so hard, I can't celebrate the holiday Got six sons, they don't get me nothin' for Fathers Day Twelve years old, I was trappin' in front of granny face Bust a brick open, then you gotta burn the duct tape A dub on his head, bro 'nem lookin' for him real hard Bought my ho 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 He **** with foreigns, [?], them ain't his cars I'm locked up with the [?], they hit the door again I'm tryna clean my life up like a damn custodian I'm mixin' up a Sprite, it's dirty like a homeless man I'm dressin' like a whitе boy, you'd 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 tеll the president, huh Playin' 'round with a firearm what got Lil Fye killed If she leave, still won't cry about it even though she top tier My 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, we want niggas dead, he felt like I felt It's a Glock with a hrr attached, this the black belt This week, what we spent on lean 'bout your lifespan Thick bitch, when she walkin' by, could start a car wreck 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 no rookie ho ain't got her feet wet I'm tellin' hoes I need 'em 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 ****in' off the scent I threw a dub at Gissy Doll, her old nigga was sick Young, rich, and deadly, got a Blackout in the VIP Rose bust Patek, it's a plain skelly now I'm in first class, catch a billion in the air I done nodded off, but he got the message clear 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 mils in the bank and then let it digest If I would've been right there with Armani, I'd 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, my watch Daytona Put her out and made the slut walk, Amber Rose'd her She keep askin' where the stars in the Maybach Virgil