Текст песни Mind of a Maniac - R-Mean

At least top 2 in the game and I ain't number 2
Ya'll the type to sit on the toilet not just for number 2
Quick to follow me on IG and give me her number too
Men lie, women lie, yeah numbers too
Sippin on some Moscow Mules before we rushing you
Dawg I put the heat to your noodle like you a cup of soup
We dem Backpack Boyz I be blowing a blunt with Snoop
Real recognize real I don't know who the is you
I really smoked with the Gods
Henny toasted with Nas
Rebel soul with a cause
Went to war with the odds
See right thru your corny facades, the skill is number one
Never copped a lottery ticket and still my numbers won (number's 1)
One of one
I be driving off lots the Cullinan
Feel like Pac, I'm Troublesome
Ya'll get popped like bubblegum
Local legend they call me
No, I'm not the one you son
More like pops to some of them
I'm tryna reach all my goals
And make sure I keep a piece of my soul before I go six feet in a hole
Squeeze heat I unload on each foe
Knee deep in your then start drillin' Cheef Kief on the flow
Mean in her throat
Elite flow keep emcees on their toes
It's like I'm injecting a 100 cc's of that dope
Believe each teeth that they show
Fake smiles, give 'em free smoke like the green leaves that we grow
Money trees
These streets got a code, dealing with losses
dying young I'm dying from natural causes
Alone feeling cold this evening
I call the phones of my dead homies
Just to hear their voicemail greeting
Yeah I don't feel they very far cuz they living in my heart
Got me wishing on a star
Pretty women from Qatar
Give it to 'em raw like abortion laws in Texas don't exist
Flex the coldest wrist Brrrrr
When I rhyme so heavenly
It's like I'm spinning the block tryna find your enemy
Burning trees with Bern, see the size Yosemite
Flow cold this shit cryotherapy Brrrrr
Yeah I been paying taxes dawg we in different brackets
Facetime with Jeff Hamilton he killed the jacket
Marathon the mind state we on this indie rap
Put the money up together then we split the back end
Dodger fitted on my dome I ain't never cappin'
Consistency is key homie, don't you get to slackin'
You don't even need a chorus when u really rapping
Nas told me watch for these they distractions
Soak up teachings a lot
Now I'm dropping gems on em, Mobb Deep dissing Pac
R-Mean got it cocked
K Dot on "Control" when he rock every show
Get the mop (mop em up!)
Yeah this the mind of a maniac
Never mind what a hater yap
We just grind let the paper stack
Doing lines off your lady back
Tell her bye she come racing back
Swear to God I'm just kinda like a lion that may attack
When I rhyme I'ma take it back to the times when the greatest rapped
I'ma shine till I fade the black
In that time I'ma change the map
Put my time in this game, now it's time that it pay me back
This the love of my life, Remy Ma when she came with Pap
Yeah 45 let the gauge clap
All alone in these streets like a stray cat
Put a bag on his melon a hundred G'z worth
Squeeze till his ass flat as BOB's earth
Yeah who talking money you know Mean is with it
Fifty fifty with my dawg I ain't greedy with it
Street smarts plus he academically so heavy
Start talking greasy Akademiks on that Henny
She know the vets raised me
She know the Rolex and the Roledex crazy
R Dash the wave see
She know the that love me, she know my ex hate me
And she don't care about none of it cuz the sex crazy
Ha! They ain't live it they be rapping only
Ya'll should get a face tattoo of a cap emoji
I be ducking the feelings these catching for me
Still they do, so I gotta stick and move
It's Mean