Manifested

Hey,we known for popping Glocks out

P* used to raid us at my ma house

Brought this sht to life doing everything used to talk 'bout

I mean it,wish my dead homies was here to see this

'Cause on Jesus,I manifested everything I was dreaming

We been balling,Igot hoopers who down to shoot when I call 'em

Fk the suckas,still ain't did sht when what's-his-name walked up on 'em

Life a deck of cards,you never know what you drawing

Tell my peoples that I love 'em,tomorrw is promised

Pistol in my drawers,got it sittinng 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 'em lessons,don't call 'em losses

Mama,I'm a thug

I fell in love with takin' dr*gs

Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud

Can you teach me how to love

'Cause I lost my heart inside the slums

I replace it with a pistol and a drum,uh

Ain't no one-on-ones

Mama I'm gangster,I'm a thug

I don't count favors,it's out of love

So don't ever count at all

And I lost my heart inside the slums

I replace it with a pistol and a drum,uh

I don't like the red lights,we gon' run him over if I got to

We spot you then we gon' send shots like what a ball do

Achoo,pistol get to sneezing like it got flus

And please don't use me just because I said I got you

Congratulations all I ever hear,they think I made it

Where was you when it was raining we was breaking into basements

If it'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 don't wanted

You came knocking,now my label send me Chase direct deposits

You can break somebody defense,so I'm moving like it's offence

Fell in love with the streets,relationship hella toxic

Mama,I'm a thug

I fell in love with takin' dr*gs

Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud

Can you teach me how to love

'Cause I lost my heart inside the slums

I replace it with a pistol and a drum,uh

Ain't no one-on-ones

Mama I'm gangster,I'm a thug

I don't count favors,it's out of love

So don't ever count at all

And I lost my heart inside the slums

I replace it with a pistol and a drum,uh