Isa Muhammad - Chemtrails & m**m Wars lyrics

[Intro:] Isa Muhammad, n***a I-S-A _ M-U-H-A-M-M-A-D Isa Muhammad MMG on all the f**in social networks and everything n***a look This is Inglewood, n***a This is f**in' South Central, n***a This is LA, n***a This is f**in' Venice Beach, n***a This is f**in' Maybach Music, n***a [Verse 1:] Strange up in my palace Never touch the devils chalace Manifested Maybach magic Money in the b**h'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 b**hes, rather put the city on Inglewood forever, more like chemtrails and m**m wars The truth is oozin' through my pours Can't you feel the light is coming deep inside my distant core This that sh** 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 n***as in the city know That it's Maybach Music 'til them crackers k** me, bro [Interlude:] Yeah I said I hope them n***as in the city know That it's Maybach Music 'til them crackers k** me, bro [Hook: 2x] And I ain't trippin 'bout no b**hes No, I'd rather put the city on Yo, It's Inglewood forever, look And chemtrails and m**m wars [Verse 2:] [?] 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 n***as can't come, no Got gunplay around me best believe we got a gun bro [?]Slaps that Hit em with the metaphysics then go chronicle of riddicks Bars be taking strings up out their theories All my n***as making history MMG this sh**’s a mystery Rosay in the fifth dimension Challenge you to try to get him [?] through the bando I was sleeping there [?] Marijuana needed 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 b**h n***as ain't rhyming with me (x2) These f** boys ain’t rhyming with me I’m like a time bomb, I be bombing on em Goddamn I be bombing on em These mutha f**as ain't rhyming with me These b**h n***as ain't rhyming with me These f** boys ain't rhyming with me Inglewood’s behind me n***a f** n***as ain't rhyming with me Now a n***a’s jaws be… Ahhh, Ahhh I was gonna keep going too