(Verse 1: R-Mean)
sh** is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak, we all try to win, but then again
Maybe its for the best-o, maybe its not
Maybe all of this was just a test yo, ace n***as watch me
A student of the game, a teacher of the same doe
I say that with a grim but dog but I believe that is painful
Defeat the fallen angel, really there’s only one goal
Just a bunch of fragile creatures, tryna become who
Envy who in the people
Money root of a evil
But recognize this is a jury, this is root of our ego
Living true (?)
No heaven in sight but I got a beautiful view of hell
Lose it
But f** it though the lames mortified
Should have wrote the rhymes in chalk, cause homie this straight homicide
(Hook: R-Mean)
Everything we feel in time
Envy that you kept inside
Me said nah don’t you go and try to hide
Cause you a fake mothaf**a, fake mothaf**a
(Verse 2: Game)
Angel wings on the ghost
And you can get some identical to this b**h for the coast n***a
Razor blade at yo throat
Guess I been in New York City too much in my life time
Smuggle raw uncut c**aine through the pipeline
A1 betico, tell em sell it at the right time
Inftrinate the block with base, like its 9-9
Eddie Bauer Explorer , the speakers blaring Nas
Turn it up so I can run in the spot, finish the job
Pull burner, she like “whoaâ€
f** is you, Black Rob?
So I’m a bad boy, time to twist the knot
Empty the clip then cut the tip off to my cigar
Hard to stomach when your pussier than yo woman
Different stokes, different folks, long way from finna drumming
AR, play look out, blast, they start running
Let a n***a know if cops coming
West side, n***a, what
(Hook: R-Mean)
Everything we feel in time
Envy that you kept inside
Me said nah don’t you go and try to hide
Cause you a fake mothaf**a, fake mothaf**a
(Verse 3: R-Mean)
The flow polished and purified
But dirty is (?)
(?)
I stay up in yo b**h like (?)
Hurting for certain, you fake mothaf**a, you deserved it
I see the true colors hopping out of em
Secrets flloating on the surface like they dead bodies on the river
There’s that devil, see them grip that steel
All I know is people get fake when sh** gets real
(?)
Never rode a damn harley, but I’ve been a son of Anarchy
Sometimes I wonder where your damn horn be
Cause you can diss me but disloyal something that you can’t call me
You disgust me after something so distasteful
Really a disgrace how we disgraced though
You misraised 6 phased b**h made hoes
Jealousized chronic made no
Your crew hating
We bomb on these s**as, see my crews crew waiting
Jordan, Baghdd, hit em all
Touch em all, Jordans, Baghdad
(?) hashtag
These cats (?) let these heaters score
f** trust, even my own shatters leaves me when its dark
I leave it up to god but know its on
Even when its my own at home, mothaf**a spray the Corleone
(Hook: R-Mean)
Everything we feel in time
Envy that you kept inside
Me said nah don’t you go and try to hide
Cause you a fake mothaf**a, fake mothaf**a