Mamba Mentality
Been awhile since he’s been gone…
But I feel like I just lost’em
Like one day he’ll show up
Like he was playing possum.
But i know hes gone and that makes my heart ache
Rocks me like Tylers fuckin Earfquake.
Call me gay if you like
but I fuckin love the dude
Call me what you like, ima call you rude.
Mamba showed me how to live
Hustling and grinding to make a steady wage
People think wer’e crazy
People think we’re wild
Well, they’re right.
And we just call it style.
Try and keep up, fuck nah, yall ain’t catching me
Can you see me rockin that mamba mentality
All you gotta do is keep ya head up,
Pac gave us the key.
You fuckin with mambas boys, he taught us to be kings
Don’t matter what color you are as long as there’s green
Like Wu-Tang says, it’s all about the cream
Listen to the lyrics and you can hear my dream
Nah, maybe not kings, but lakers, yeah
My hometown be full of quakers, yeah
That’s right, PA where it be all day
Learned to play there in the left way
But what mamba taught me be here to stay
People think we’re crazy
People think we’re wild
Well, they’re right.
And we just call it style
Try and keep up, fuck nah, yall ain’t catching me
Can you see me rockin that mamba mentality
All you gotta do is keep ya head up,
Pac gave us the key.
Oh you through we were done but this still be happenin
Some say he was full of sin, full of something maladjusted
All he be doing is fucking hustling
Tried to smear his name, those dudes are lame
The man just knew how to hustle, drain and win
They just be hatin bc they can’t do it like that
Even Shaq got jelly talkin bout how good his ass taste
Listen Shaq you a king but what came out of your mouth was waste.
The jelly come from no one keeping up with (his) pace
His mentality kept his body and mind in the right space
He dunk on all you, right in yo face
People think we’re crazy
People think we’re wild
Well, they’re right.
And we just call it style
Try and keep up, fuck nah, yall ain’t catching me
Can you see me rockin that mamba mentality
All you gotta do is keep ya head up,
Pac gave us the key.
Looking like a Monstar
with the heart of the tunesquad
Every king needs a little poke and big prod
In the right direction,
usually from the queens.
Don’t be questioning,
they’ve all seen.
Ladies are Gods and most men FORGET
Treat them like garbage, like they’re just shit.
I think of how I acted as I spit this rhyme
And I’m that too, it just took time.
Until i found myself, found my right fit
When I look in the mirror now, I feel less like shit.