Paper Scheme - Mean, Faytes

I crave for nicotine and cream

Sip lean on blue dream

Blazin' up on that grass

I’m ‘bout to spaz out

In these new jeans

Balenciaga on the label

Dirty Sprite right by the table

Steady writing fables

Polluting minds on open cables

Pull out that Glock

I’m aiming straight for the dough

Ain’t got no time for these haters

I put a knife to their throats

I’m ‘bout the cash and the clothes

Take out you trash and dispose

I’m bout the game and the glory

I bring the game to the thrones

[Pre-Hook: Mean)

I’m breaking bad with the meth

These alphanumerical flows

Take me to higher positions

In flight, i’m one with the soul

Drown me in liquor and gold

Faded we drink to the morn'

That darkness inside me

Is screaming right down

To the bone

[Hook: Mean)

I’m slowly stacking the paper

I’m steady counting the money

A flying fuck to the haters

Who don’t believe in my glory

I’m ‘bout the cream and the cars

All the clothes and the kicks

I want more to get by

For as long as I live

For the air I breathe

Thank god for the gift

Oh glory, glory, can’t you see?

[Verse 2: Mean)

That I ain’t lyin'

I’m bout that shine

So come pass me the liquor

Drown me deep to the nine

To outer space I done fly

Spit magical with the rhymes

Tactical flow with the style

None come close

When compared to mine

Come on board my flight wave

Haze tunes for your mind

Design to live on a daily

And that’s just how I get by

Luxury rap shit to front

When I can hardly get by

I’m sick of working my ass off

Striving so hard to survive

I work hard for the paper

I play hard fuck ‘em hater

[Verse 3: Faytes)

In and out of 'em towns

In and out of ‘em streets

When I come around

Don’t watch me

When I come around

Don’t speak

I been getting all of the pounds

So you know the carti ain’t cheap

I been out there with a white man

I been out there with a B

And I don’t smoke nothing but weed

I just sold B to get P

Took a trip down to Lot 3

Swiped a few iPhones for free

Man i’m rolling round my ends

Rolling round with friends

I be in and out that TT

I be in and out that Benz

I be in and out that coupe

I be out there for that loot

CP Gang, money man

You should already know what I do

I can’t stay bummy like you

I get paid to do what I do

Truey and the Loubis man

What the fuck you know

About shoes?

Flow’s infectious, no anthrax

No tetris, I got grand stacked

I’m restless, I don’t sleep

I smoke weed and bang tracks

I got P’s and sip yack

Zone out and sit back

Her big ass on my lap

But she won’t see my cash