The biggest Bryson Your future so bright The flyest shit It's time to take 'em down baby Maybach Music Yo (Big billionnaire) Still got the yayo flyin' in from all the West Coast Fleet of cars, all red like this was Death Row Keep it gangsta never singin' like it's Danny boy All she seen was Givenchy soon as I ran up on her Begin at what you eat I'ma change your lifestyle (Boss) Lamborghinis at Checkers, a nigga iced out (Woo) From the back I fuck her long term (Uh) No trippin', trust me shawty this won't hurt New G Wagon that's just to go get your nails did Big fishin' I'ma get you niggas at LIV I got the plug and it's comin' out of Panama I got the plug and it's comin' out of Panama A petty problem have your ass doin' thirty years Boy, the future bright, it's time to touch these thirty M's Cocaine and Maybachs throughout the catalogue Expensive wheels for pretty bitches, I had 'em all (Boss) Shawty said she wanna floss like me (Like me) Never trip about the cost like me (Like me) Live lavish and calls the shot like me (Me) Then fuck with a young boss like me You got a man but he not like me (No), like me, no Pull out the stops like me, like me Oh, you say you need a boss like me Baby fuck with a-, fuck, fuck, fuck with a- Fuck with a- Rollin' deep, show and tell by the gang unit All the gangstas show me love and they bang to it (Uh) Our future bright I wanna handle your retirement Life insurance policy with the Pyrex (Uh) Kingpin so it's smoother than a one-two Got you the same whip I got your mom too (Huh) Do it big and shit I'm talkin' aunt too Junior Mafia niggas'll let the guns loose (Bang) Bad bitch better show me what that tongue do (Huh) Dapper Dan, Gucci suits that I can run through (Huh) My niggas comin' up like it was coke prices (Huh) How can you be trippin' nigga with no snipers? (Huh) Step-steppin' off the jets, still in the hair-rollers She rock with dopeboys all shareholders 20 stacks blow it all in Fashion Nova What I'm smokin' you can smell from California (Boss) Shawty said she wanna floss like me (Floss like me) Never trip about the cost like me (Cost like me) Live lavish and calls the shot like me (Call the shots) Then fuck with a young boss like me You got a man but he not like me (No), like me, no Pull out the stops like me, like me Oh, you say you need a boss like me Baby fuck with a-, fuck, fuck, fuck with a- Fuck with a- Maybach Music

To my father what of your sons? All of your children Even the ones Sent out to martyr To face the gun Precious bodies opposed to bombs Led on, led on To take the path Where our bright future Is in our past To my father what of reason? Say what you will Believe what you want The record shows what we are not Our true desires Not our good thoughts Led on, led on To take the path Where our bright future Is in our past To my father what have you done? To the children Born innocent But come to harm For dreams of glory And just a line in history Led on, led on To take the path Where our bright future Is in our past To my father, what good may come? To let the children Walk alone To fear to fail And need no savior To be at peace in our true nature Lead on, lead on Oh, clear the path So our bright future May come to pass May come to pass May come to pass