Mind of a Maniac

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 fuck 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 hoe then start drillin' Cheef Kief on the flow Mean skeet 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 Fuck 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 shit 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 bitches 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 bitches 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 bitches catching for me Still they do, so I gotta stick and move It's Mean