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Nothin' clickin'
Nothin' feels like it's hittin'
Mamba mode, my n***a
Mamba mode, my n***a

Nothin' clickin' (I can't even lie)
Nothin' feels like it's hittin' (I can't even lie)
Mamba mode, get out your feelings (I can't even lie)
Mamba mode, get out your feelings (I can't even lie)
Time be tickin' (Ayy)
Only the finest that we be whippin' (Ayy)
Mamba mode, my n***a
Mamba mode, my n***a (I can't even lie, uh)

I'm sippin' on pineapple
Taste like a sponge and a snail, yeah
They're feedin' the linebacker
Catchin' the rock, Odell, yeah
I strengthen my mind back up
How the hell can I fail? Yeah
Giants collidin', come out the biggest one there
I go 'til its time up, then I keep goin' again
You gotta decide if you think they really care
Money all in my eyelids, I can't sleep again
Weigh myself, it's a Midas, I don't need no friends
I don't cheat to twin, that's just how it is
Chop-chop-chop me a ten
Stop-stop-stop me, I dare you
I got my demons fearful and I never look in my rear-view
Face your fears, nowhere that you can disappear to
Sittin', I'm listenin', but I'm sorry, I ain't even hear you
I tote the pistol like John Gotti, not his nephew
runnin' through my blood, it's like I'm dead
The devil comin' for me, I told him I'm ready

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