Manuscript

(album: Destination - 2019)

You got another Backwood? (That shit good)

Niggas through all this complaining and bitching
Rockie ain't playing the victim, I need a brand new whip
Back on the road, I'm taking a trip
Jesse White Tumblers, I'm making it flip (Yeah)
I gotta stick to my script (Yeah)
I am not one of the goofies, y'all niggas gotta salute me
And I say shoutout to Shan, I gotta commemorate
Shoutout to Jackie, I gotta commemorate
Funny how niggas want me to disintegrate
But I cross over and penetrate
Crazy I innovate, shit that they imitate
Niggas don't wanna see me again, give 'em the news like CNN
Life that we living is not pretend
We gotta get it, this shit for real
Put in the work, now we showing skills
Niggas wanna send shots, I'm a man of steel
Niggas want me to win, I windmill
That means a nigga gon' really spin
I get that money and pay my friends
If you wan' get a Benz, and a bigger crib, this the manuscript, let's get it

Hot as Sahara, hot as the desert (Yeah)
This shit that I'm living is really a blessing (Yeah)
I promise the Devil be trying to test me (Yeah)
Back in the class, I'm teaching 'em lessons
Niggas send shots, we converse with the weapons
Niggas won't talk, we put on the pressure
Niggas want beef, put 'em on stretchers (Yeah)
We tryna keep this shit chill, niggas be talking not keeping it real
Middle fingers up, it's fuck how they feel
They playing the horns, we back in the building
They playing the horns, we back in the building
My people hungry, I got 'em a meal
Wine 'em and dine 'em, then pick up a bill (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, funny how they wanna see us struggle
They don't know struggle created the hustle
Bitches be mad I got no time to cuddle
I stay on my bag, I stay outta trouble
So fuck with a winner now, I move with a different style
I ship 'em then get 'em out, I'm back on a different route
Got so much money it's harder to keep the count
I remember sitting on my Mama couch, I was really out here tryna blow an ounce
Nigga tryna move his life along, couldn't understand my life at home
So I had to get it on the road, got money never sold my soul
I can tell that she down to vote, the way that she been running to my pole
Pushing buttons like it's a remote, I got everything in control
And my lane just like I bowl, knocking down every single pin
I shoot this movie with a different lens, cut some scenes with a couple friends
I'm just tryna get presidents, niggas lying say I'm selling shit
Oh that's right, you Fresh, nigga, you know that nigga ain't selling shit
I keep it corporate with deals, I need a crib in the hills
My bitches pull up with flowers, then they get work for hours
I put in work for days, that's why they be peeping my place
Shawty getting on her knees, you would think it's time to pray