"Manslaughter" lyrics
(feat. Rick Ross & The-Dream)
So how can I be anything I wanna be
If I die in my dreams?
Yeah
Heard you talkin' on my name
It's gonna be a manslaughter
Oh, homicide
If you fuckin' with me
Or one of mines (RIP to the legend Smoke, uh)
It's gonna be a manslaughter (Biggest)
Oh, homicide (May your name live forever, baby)
If you fuckin' with me
Or one of mines (I felt you, yes)
So many problems, I could kill with just a text
Not many barbers put a razor to my neck
So many fathers raised us heartless in the 'jects
So when it come to opps, murder I expect
Pop Smoke, gun shot
Focused on one spot
White glove, dice game with Chamberlain on the block
The rain man, my stocks is one to watch
Carry a casket, a nigga carry some shots
Bomboclaat, niggas in drop tops
I deserve to shine, labels turn to shrines
Still keepin' it real, every word and line
Can I freeze the watch? You niggas burnin' time
It's gonna be a manslaughter
Oh, homicide
If you fuckin' with me
Or one of mines
It's gonna be a manslaughter
Oh, homicide
If you fuckin' with me
Or one of mines
Four door, hitters in the back
Big body and it's tinted black
Politickin', we ain't into that
Smokin' opps till the clip end
Forty karats on my wrist, and
Me and Dread into liftin'
Me and Dread into liftin'
Four door, hitters in the back
Big body and it's tinted black
Politickin', we ain't into that
Smokin' opps till the clip end
Forty karats on my wrist, and
Me and Dread into liftin'
Me and Dread into liftin'
It's gonna be a manslaughter (Biggest)
Oh, homicide (RIP to the real)
If you fuckin' with me (May your name live forever, you hear me?)
Or one of mines (Lord)
It's gonna be a manslaughter (Huh)
Oh, homicide
If you fuckin' with me
Or one of mines
To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid
To my children, make sure your bed get made
And to my girl, I'm missing you these days
I'm missing you these days
To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid
To my children, make sure your bed get made
And to my girl, I'm missing you these days
I'm missing you these days
Funny how the worst shit happens to the best of them
Crazy how the best shit happen to the rest of them
So how can I be anything I wanna be (How can I be anything, I just wanna be free)
If I die in my dreams? (I just wanna be free, oh)
Yeah
Just wanna fly free
I just to be me
I just want to live out all my dreams
Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah
Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If I die in my dreams?
Yeah
Heard you talkin' on my name
It's gonna be a manslaughter
Oh, homicide
If you fuckin' with me
Or one of mines (RIP to the legend Smoke, uh)
It's gonna be a manslaughter (Biggest)
Oh, homicide (May your name live forever, baby)
If you fuckin' with me
Or one of mines (I felt you, yes)
So many problems, I could kill with just a text
Not many barbers put a razor to my neck
So many fathers raised us heartless in the 'jects
So when it come to opps, murder I expect
Pop Smoke, gun shot
Focused on one spot
White glove, dice game with Chamberlain on the block
The rain man, my stocks is one to watch
Carry a casket, a nigga carry some shots
Bomboclaat, niggas in drop tops
I deserve to shine, labels turn to shrines
Still keepin' it real, every word and line
Can I freeze the watch? You niggas burnin' time
It's gonna be a manslaughter
Oh, homicide
If you fuckin' with me
Or one of mines
It's gonna be a manslaughter
Oh, homicide
If you fuckin' with me
Or one of mines
Four door, hitters in the back
Big body and it's tinted black
Politickin', we ain't into that
Smokin' opps till the clip end
Forty karats on my wrist, and
Me and Dread into liftin'
Me and Dread into liftin'
Four door, hitters in the back
Big body and it's tinted black
Politickin', we ain't into that
Smokin' opps till the clip end
Forty karats on my wrist, and
Me and Dread into liftin'
Me and Dread into liftin'
It's gonna be a manslaughter (Biggest)
Oh, homicide (RIP to the real)
If you fuckin' with me (May your name live forever, you hear me?)
Or one of mines (Lord)
It's gonna be a manslaughter (Huh)
Oh, homicide
If you fuckin' with me
Or one of mines
To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid
To my children, make sure your bed get made
And to my girl, I'm missing you these days
I'm missing you these days
To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid
To my children, make sure your bed get made
And to my girl, I'm missing you these days
I'm missing you these days
Funny how the worst shit happens to the best of them
Crazy how the best shit happen to the rest of them
So how can I be anything I wanna be (How can I be anything, I just wanna be free)
If I die in my dreams? (I just wanna be free, oh)
Yeah
Just wanna fly free
I just to be me
I just want to live out all my dreams
Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah
Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Jacob Brian Dutton, William Leonard Roberts, Ryan Presson, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony, Steven William Victor, Justin Kim, Joseph Nguyen, Terius Gesteelde-diamant
