"Manifested" lyrics
Hey we known for popping Glocks out
Police used to raid us at my ma house
Brought this shit to life doing everything used to talk bout
I mean it
Wish my dead homies was here to see this
Cuz on Jesus I manifested everything I was dreaming
We been balling I got hoopers who down to shoot when I call em
Fuck the succas still ain't did shit when whats his name walked up on em
Life a deck of cards you never know watchu drawing
Tell my peoples that I love em tomorrow is never promised
Pistol in my draws got it sitting by where my cock is
We gon win up top ain't no window shots we gon walk it
Don't label me a rapper, a gangster, call me an artist
All them Ls I ever took call them lessons don't call them losses
Mama I'm a thug
I fell in love with taking drugs
Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud
Can you teach me how to love
Cuz I lost my heart inside the slums
I replaced it with a pistol and a drum
Ain't no 1 on 1s
Mama I'm a gangster I'm a thug
I don't tell fakes just how to love
So don't ever count it all
Yeah I lost my heart inside the slums
I replaced it with a pistol and a drum
Ion like the red lights
We gon run him over if I got to
We spot you
Then we gon send you shots like what a ball do
Ah choo pistol get to sneezing like it got flues
And please don't use me just because I said I gotchu
Congratulations
All I ever hear they think I made it
Where was you when it was raining
We was breaking in the basement
If there's money on the floor
Oh you know I'm finna take it
I can't trust a soul people easily manipulate it
Mama
I know that everything you ain't wanted
You came knocking
Now my label send me chase direct deposits
You can break somebody defence so I'm moving like it's offence
Fell in love with the streets
You lay shit pay with tax
Mama I'm a thug
I fell in love with taking drugs
Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud
Can you teach me how to love
Cuz I lost my heart inside the slums
I replaced it with a pistol and a drum
Ain't no 1 on 1s
Mama I'm a gangster I'm a thug
I don't tell fakes just how to love
So don't ever count it all
Yeah I lost my heart inside the slums
I replaced it with a pistol and a drum
Police used to raid us at my ma house
Brought this shit to life doing everything used to talk bout
I mean it
Wish my dead homies was here to see this
Cuz on Jesus I manifested everything I was dreaming
We been balling I got hoopers who down to shoot when I call em
Fuck the succas still ain't did shit when whats his name walked up on em
Life a deck of cards you never know watchu drawing
Tell my peoples that I love em tomorrow is never promised
Pistol in my draws got it sitting by where my cock is
We gon win up top ain't no window shots we gon walk it
Don't label me a rapper, a gangster, call me an artist
All them Ls I ever took call them lessons don't call them losses
Mama I'm a thug
I fell in love with taking drugs
Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud
Can you teach me how to love
Cuz I lost my heart inside the slums
I replaced it with a pistol and a drum
Ain't no 1 on 1s
Mama I'm a gangster I'm a thug
I don't tell fakes just how to love
So don't ever count it all
Yeah I lost my heart inside the slums
I replaced it with a pistol and a drum
Ion like the red lights
We gon run him over if I got to
We spot you
Then we gon send you shots like what a ball do
Ah choo pistol get to sneezing like it got flues
And please don't use me just because I said I gotchu
Congratulations
All I ever hear they think I made it
Where was you when it was raining
We was breaking in the basement
If there's money on the floor
Oh you know I'm finna take it
I can't trust a soul people easily manipulate it
Mama
I know that everything you ain't wanted
You came knocking
Now my label send me chase direct deposits
You can break somebody defence so I'm moving like it's offence
Fell in love with the streets
You lay shit pay with tax
Mama I'm a thug
I fell in love with taking drugs
Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud
Can you teach me how to love
Cuz I lost my heart inside the slums
I replaced it with a pistol and a drum
Ain't no 1 on 1s
Mama I'm a gangster I'm a thug
I don't tell fakes just how to love
So don't ever count it all
Yeah I lost my heart inside the slums
I replaced it with a pistol and a drum
Writer(s): Jhonel Dongon
