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conversations.value: Write me a song called Maybach Music VI (Extended) with the following description: “Maybach Music VI” is a highly anticipated track from Rick Ross, that includes vocals from John Legend as well as highly publicized features from two rappers who are engaged in a beef: Pusha T and Lil Wayne. On the track, the artists describe their adjustment to fame but also boast about how they stayed true to themselves throughout the process.
  The track is the sixth installment in the famous Maybach Music series, which began in 2008. His most recent edition, “Maybach Music V,” was released in March 2017 and appeared on his ninth studio album Rather You Than Me.
  This track was originally supposed to serve as the official album version but the guest verse from Pusha T was removed prior to the official song’s release. Pusha’s full verse was later released in entirety on Twitter:
  
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
  [Chorus: John Legend]
  Oh, glidin' through the city to my place (My place)
  It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space
  (And you can still) Oh, you can find me in my Maybach
  Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
  Oh, ah, Maybach Music
  (
  Maybach Music
  )
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  Flows mind-blowing, these niggas switching the topic
  All dick-riders, your label labeled erotic
  You got a couple dollars, but really it's barely modest
  Couldn't sign me if you niggas was payin' homage
  Playin' both side, convicted you with verdict
  Play a lil' rider, come hit you up for the murder
  Chains all hollow, I peeped soon as I heard it
  These niggas be talkin' shooter, but quick to send they attorney
  Is it really real, like Cand Lady allure?
  Money overboard, the kilos washin' ashore
  Pains on the boy, Versace down to the drawers
  Currency come in Crypto, you know they tapin' our calls
  Chariots and lofts, niggas legs crossed
  Talkin' long money, but they conversation's short
  New accolades with women for me to toss
  They call it "the road to riches", regardless, I had to walk
  Now it's too many cars, they say I live in a bubble
  But I make it the point, we poppin' all through the Summer
  Got the pilots and gunners, receivers, passers and punters
  My pockets playin' for keeps, G's get more than what's common
  I made a few mistakes, I pray I get to repent
  The passion came from the pain, I'm paintin' you all my sins
  Warhol, Art Basel how it's so soft
  More raw till Hov cut the 'fro off [Chorus: John Legend]
  Glidin' through the city to my place (My place)
  It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space
  (And you can still) Oh, you can find me in my Maybach
  Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
  Oh, ah, Maybach Music
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Let's go for a ride, to where your heart desire
  I put your heart in drive, I'll let you borrow mine
  My feet on top the clouds, I walk a thousand miles
  She got them soft pussy lips, call it cottonmouth
  And I'm on autopilot, got a larger closet
  I'm at target practice, you at Target shoppin'
  Second-hand smoke got her vision fallin' cloudy
  Her eyes get so watery, them bitches started drownin'
  On the ride of a lifetime
  Watch out for the rats, mice, cons and the pythons
  So Triple H, my God, I'm so sky high
  Comin' down from the night sky, like a lightning rod
  Shine like some ice, nice fives like a kite flyin'
  No strings attached, we replace it with a lifeline
  Out of body feelin', out our clothes and our right mind
  Baby, ride me like a bumpy road to the high rise, yeah, yeah
  [Chorus: John Legend]
  Glidin' through the city to my place (My place)
  It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space
  (And you can still) You can find me in my Maybach
  Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
  Oh, ah, Maybach Music
  Glidin' through the city to my place (My place)
  It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space
  (And you can still) Oh, Maybach Music [Verse 3: Pusha T]
  What a hell of a year, true colors exposed
  Crowns on these clowns, it's like you colored they nose
  We talkin' skill set or popularity polls?
  When you speak truth to power, your popularity grows
  Peers switch gears out of relevance of fear
  When their name's not as hot as who they wanna stand near
  All you niggas weird, how can you compare
  When you say you been rich but we need that shit like veneers?
  For every hundred thousand dollar chain I see
  On a thousandaire's neck that I dare not be
  Young nigga, old nigga, you all the same to me
  Just one slick tweet from trending dangerously
  Rare form, airborne since Clairborne
  Been fly like a runway was cleared for him
  White wedding, Vogue had the exclusive
  Any blemish on my past was prostitution
  Sit back and let them draw their own conclusions
  A picture's worth a thousand words, Mr. Houston
  You wonder why cocaine's up in every song?
  When music fell cocaine righted every wrong
  White Ferrari Bo Derek
  But the inside's black, you're standin' bow-legged
  Go home and go get it
  Your Miami rental cars are sleeping in my garage, motherfuckers [Chorus: John Legend]
  Glidin' through the city to my place (My place)
  It feels like we're floatin up in outer space
  (And you can still) You can find me in my Maybach
  Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
  Oh, ah, Maybach Music
  Glidin' through the city to my place (My place)
  It feels like we're floatin up in outer space
  (And you can still) Oh, Maybach Music