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(Trapboy Manny)

Ok

Fuck that shit I’m goin to the bag 

Fuck that shit I’m goin to the bag 

Fuck that shit I’m getting it bad 

I cannot fuck

As much as I want to, I can’t control it.

I'm done!
This is a recantation of animosity!
I finally
Finish the tale, I’m turning the page
Of my hatred, of my

discipline 
I’m just a g imma bidness man 
You a groupie you been a fan 
Thirsty comments on my Instagram 
Nah ho don’t come back to me 
U ain’t real like your

The sun is out, shining down on a real n*gga
Aye, the world is yours, you just gotta go out and get it

I’m street n*gga goals
Wrist lit in gold
I

Head down, ass up; I’m in tha club lookin 4 a big butt
Head down, ass up; Oh shit, there it is shawty back it up
Shake that ass, shake that ass (aye,

the realist homie I'm stating facts
And I just came to get it no asking cause I'm just taking that
Los Angeles king but ain't no hockey player
I'm just out here

I misunderstood, but said your looking great
She said I didn't notice and our taxi wouldn't wait
And it's while we stay, I know that while i'm caught

this money that I'm gettin
Thumbin' and gettin' bruised
Yeah, we gotta thumb him down
Friday night, we could get active
Yeah, girl, we could go

to care
But everyone has a limit on how much their mind could bear
I'm sick and tired of making binary choices
Explaining myself for making a point
I want

Staring into the screen light
Fighting thoughts in my head
Write to me in the midnight
Make sure I'm not dead
I am lost
And no one can find me
Thrown

my check up
And these niggas know that I'm next up

Like woah uh, go uh, no uh, low uh
Baby on dick gotta teach her a lesson
And my chopper, my

paint her white, that's a pink tape, spit on us, be that, SPYT, like not made
Started this shit, destined for fame, niggas know I'm rockstar made
Spittin'

You know the feeling you stuck at the bottom
All my life I ain't been ducking drama , pussy boy let's get popping

I'm inna A like I roll w| B , 60

Wish I had more time to give
Feels like I got no life to live

Been building this bridge
Since I was a kid
But I'm stuck out on the road
I guess this

Pull up to the dojo with a handful of doja
Rolled up. Man I told you, I'm militant with it like a soldier
I need the money in my pocket so thick it

Relationships to shit dealin wit some hyprocrites
That ain't life dawg, I'm kickin' back with my wife dawg
We blazing a ounce of good green, we bless by God's

so I fill up my safe these niggas they capping i'm back and i'm losing my Cool, bitch boy smoked with a tool, slapping this brick on the scale she like

I've got an attitude problem
Trynna get back to the top of the mountain
I've seen this before
How I know I'm entering my zenith for sure
Suicidal

Bob Dan
It's B.O.B. movement, niggas
Fuck you mean, nigga? I'm tired of you snake-ass niggas
I'll chop your head off and hide your motherfuckin'

Got the Russian K's like I'm Hopper And my bitch like Joyce with the choppa
If you play with my niggas, we gon' pop ya If you speakin' on the team,

I'm writing these love letters
As I'm sitting down here with you
Yea I hide under your feathers
And I only want to lay here with you
I said that I

I came from the bottom, now I'm on top
I've got the fire, I can't be stopped
Spittin' rhymes so heavy, they hit like thunder
I'm the king of this

We're venting something out into space
One giant leap for mankind

My mind feels so far from here
Somewhere up in the stratosphere
I'm light years from

I'm sorry my love
There's somethin’ on my mind
Makin’ me restless
Most of the time
And I'm just passing by
Almost like a child
Who can't sleep