Ever wondered what happens when a lyrical genius embraces his inner wild side? GoldLink's track is a masterclass in controlled chaos, blending gritty street tales with ambitious dreams. The song's protagonist is a self-proclaimed "maniac," ready to conquer the world and make millions for his offspring. It's an anthem of relentless hustle, where he navigates through life's dark alleys and bright stages with equal finesse. While boasting about his unstoppable drive and cunning schemes, he also pays homage to fallen comrades like Mac Miller. This isn't just a rap; it's a manifesto for those who dare to dream big and live even bigger. So, watch your back—this maniac's on the rise!
Maniac
Lyrics
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
'Bout to make a million for all my children (all my children, oh yeah)
'Bout to make a million for all my, all my
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
'Bout to make a million for all my children (all my children, oh yeah)
'Bout to make a million for all my, all my
Let a nigga move one time in his prime
Creep on the beat, when I ride, we gon' slide
Got the whole DMV on my side
Treated with bitches who slide on my line
The way that the man whole team like a band, OG
With a peng tryna smash the band
I can escape and break, the glass, the Hen
Y'all niggas goin' ghost, the Pac, the Man
Shootin' at ya, clickity-clack, the fact is
Word around is, it don't matter
That your favorite rapper head on a silver platter
My goons will catch ya, don't ask no questions
When we in the zone, it's pure reaction
Shawty hella thick and got an accent
Might have to whip, and whip and gas it
No time for it, so I lean
I get lean (lean, lean, lean)
Triple beam scheme with the blacked-out seats, with a top-top freak
I get G's (G's, G's, G's)
Cheddar, fettuccine, jig is up, you ain't ever seen
I get windows tinted, candy painted, engine revvin', gone
Lil' Flip, I keep it pimpin'
I keep quite a distance from niggas, so stay on the jump
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
'Bout to make a million for all my children (all my children, oh yeah)
'Bout to make a million for all my, all my
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
'Bout to make a million for all my children (all my children, oh yeah)
'Bout to make a million for all my, all my
Let a nigga move two times in this bitch
I don't miss, with the hits, kinda opposite
With the shits, my style's so effortless
I cream too hard, might just take ya bitch
I shine too hard, I even shine in the dark
No shots on D, and my god, whole team win it all
I don't wanna fuck when I ball
I don't even splurge at the mall
Sold weed, sold pills, sold D, sold this, sold that
Look, I don't wanna talk about it all
Seen fiend, seen death, seen shots, seen this, seen that
Look, I don't wanna talk about it all
I miss Mac, 'cause he a maniac
And I'm a maniac, and an insomniac
And they shoot the choppa, I just take the choppa now
And if I have to, I will take this chopper down
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
'Bout to make a million for all my children (all my children, oh yeah)
'Bout to make a million for all my, all my
I'm finna make a hunnid billion racks
For my children, finna max out, yeah
And that's facts, yeah
I'm finna cop a hunnid million packs
Of that water wave, wet and wild
All down my back, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah (yeah), ah yeah
Yeah, ah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah yeah yeah ah ah yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Richard Isong, D'Anthony Carlos, Tavon Thompson, Badriia Ines Bourelly
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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