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Two times for the family I've got
I was blessed by the lord, man I gotta bless my mom back
They all know that we came from the hood
If you dey do
nothing to lose
Manna way up Manna way up
cnd I've got nothing to lose
Out the hotbox in the drop top
With the album manna gon pop
Manna shut down like
go
That's how you make a statement that they should quote
I seen death around the corner
And I lived right by the corner store
I'm a Hot Boy, I'll
at K.O.D., bitches, bitches
I should have a cane on me, oh
Oh, oh god, I'm fresh, I'm, I'm, I'm god, I'm fresh
I've been that boy, I've been that dick
So, I
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my
on a yacht
And you know how we know that we are and you not?
Because y'all are looking at our sales
I'm a motherfucking one-man army
I'm more "R" than all,
music and
I've got a problem with people kind
Of trying to categorize it, where
It's either good or it's bad
I find it all odd
To be honest have you ever
you feel you should be out of the game
Look in the mirror
Follow that order
Tell yourself you're moving forward
Through the good times
The bad times
a bowl
Every day a different problem
Popping out like whack a mole
And when I say I'm tired
They say, "Of what? You acting old"
That's fucked up
Honestly
anymore?
Oh, no Ahh! Ah! Ah!
Hahaha haha
I think i have got an idea to slove this problem
Wow.. It???s awesome. It???s awesome...
should i go under the water
anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah
Dark boy, don't you cry
There's too much life left in those eyes
Don't you let that face go
Um, you're such a fuckin' loser
He ain't even go to class, Bueller
Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back
'Member she had that bad hip
On the road, touchdown, got a hundred on me
I'm tryna cash 'em all out
He'd rather front 'em to me
You run off the work you got it coming to you
'Caine fiend in
Was the money good?, Was em bitches bad? Was them fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you
Can't tell by who I'm on the phone with
Tell little boy just grow up, shut up, roll up, go get your funds up
In this life, it's one or two
You better
Hey, what's happening,
All you haters
Should get at me
Cause I hear ya
And I'm watching
But I'm serious
Haters so all I gotta say is
hemorrhoids? Oh, that's too bad... Listen... so you've got a mountain, with a tree, listen, causing... oh, my! Well, let me write this down . . . sorta take
"Drive," she like, "Boy, I'm bleedin', I can't see shit" (damn)
She in the the passenger, I got that bitch on child lock (can't get out)
I'm racin' out her
the only way to become a champion
Real talk
Try not ta get lost
I hope that I ain't lose you
I got nothing to prove ta you
Yes yes yes yes
Say less cause
out daddies checks
Rob you and you're father's debt
Got some money for me boy, lit, say that, bet
Say that then, should just say that then
I can't wait
to my mum
She made sure we survived
I wanna say a big thank you to my boys
That are there every day and night
And I wanna say a big thank you
cause it's all I got
And if I fall then I rot
But you know how it goes
You only wanna make it big to chase the same 10 hoes
A lot of people want my head
The problem is we got a suicidal lifestyle
Cause 90 percent of us are
Livin foul and wild
I say "job", you say "bad joke
I'd rather jack another brother
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