Текст песни Mamba Mentality (feat. prod. JR) - AlexandreTheGreat

Ay, ay, ay

Ok, like call me the savior, blacked out Messiah
Bury your grave in my blacked out attire
Spitting that fire, I feel like I'm toothless
They say that I'm ruthless, when dealing with enemies
Step to the throne, they call me Your Majesty
That's why I'm taking your name with my royalties
I ain't got time for all of these travesties
Come with the grease, like I'm cooking up phetamine
I got adrenaline, mandem be feminine
Taking offense to any predicaments talk on your name that's a cowardly move
But I do my ting tryna do up a groove flow is too smooth moonwalk on the tune
I feel like I'm Jackson doing up thrillers kicking it, ripping it, gripping it, living it
Call me the goat, got mamba mentality
Me and my crew tryna do up brutalities
Murder the scene cus I'm close to insanity
Got a new mic, got different varieties
Spitting them rhymes, it's time to reload it
These rappers ain't shit, they say that they lit
They chatting so much, but they ain't really it
So I come with the sauce, like Chef Boyardee
Man deya too foolish for stepping to me

Hyuck, Hyuck, I'm feeling too goofy
Come with the hook, tryna hit with a knee
Call me McGregor when I got vendettas
My temple will burst like loaded berrettas
Flow is too cold like flipping Siberia
Real ass niggas don't need to pull triggers
Liver is numb when sipping this liquor
Lyrical killer, that's my own agenda
Look to the mirror of what I'll become
These thots are annoying, I tell them begone
Fuck it, I think I might just be a celibate But you cannot say that I'm reprobate praying
to God Manifest goals through my prayers
Rhyming and rhyming, I come with the dimes
Don't call me a sinner, repent all my flaws
They calling me Vader, I hit with the force

Aye, aye, aye, what? Aye, aye, they hatin' on me?
Aye, aye, aye, what?
Aye, aye, okay, okay, okay, okay