Manifest (828)
(专辑: Under Investigation 3 - 2022)
Nigga play during th eday then he dead the
same night Nigga left me by myself when shit went left and that ain't right I
see envy plain sight, wish I
can give this fame back See now I
can like this comment, but you can't get your brain back (Kingyyume) I
said, "Lil' one, what you doing?", he said, "Getting my aim right" Now you worried about who I'm screwing, them groupie bitches ain't my type Ayy, she gon' slide when it's time to slide and that's the
shit I
like Manifest this shit like 828, bitch, I
was on the
same flight Okay, now this one for my niggas, the
ones that I
can't bring back Alright now two times for them killers in missions, praying they make it back This a
letter to the
real ones 'cause I
ain't have the
time to write A
letter to the
ghetto children, ayy lil' one you gon' be alright Okay, but fuck it, pocket full of chips, I
just left game night I
been double cupping even though it ain't no good, it keep my brain right I
been getting buckets like I'm King James, shoot like Dame, tryna get my rings right Told her, "Give me head first" then later I
might get her name right Might go insane, still tryna heal from pain, that's every day and night With me you only get one strike and boy, you better play it right It's very rare I
play with twice, third time's the
charm but I
ain't nice Fucked around and out my heart on ice, wouldn't buy it back no matter the
price But matter of fact three hunnid book bags to the
hood let's talk about that, let's talk about facts I'm the
one that you niggas wanna rap The
smallest one in the
trap, I
ain't see none of you niggas there In this bitch with Dooda and Quelo, first ones in last ones out I
said, "Lil' one, what you doing?", he said, "Getting my aim right" Now you worried about who I'm screwing, them groupie bitches ain't my type Ayy, she gon' slide when it's time to slide and that's the
shit I
like Manifest this shit like 828, bitch, I
was on the
same flight Okay, now this one for my niggas, the
ones that I
can't bring back Alright now two times for them killers in missions, praying they make it back This a
letter to the
real ones 'cause I
ain't have the
time to write A
letter to the
ghetto children, ayy lil' one you gon' be alright Now boy you tripping, talking to them pillows, knowing that ain't right Like these bitches ain't the
reason half of these niggas losing they life He ain't hit, swing back you bet, now miss aim right Tryna roll a
six same dice, make it quick, I
got a
flight Thirty for the
Izzy price, now bitch you know that come with ice Any fee involving me now bitch you know that come with tax Brand new with a
on it and you know it came with light 223, nah, for real, probably got more Jordan's than Mike Probably got more hits than Ike, big knots on me, G
lock on me, I
did not come here to fight She wanna fuck on me then fuss with me, I
hate it but I
like it Let him get through they day, we gon' be smoking him tonight Look he just post, I'm finna like it I
said, "Lil' one, what you doing?", he said, "Getting my aim right" Now you worried about who I'm screwing, them groupie bitches ain't my type Ayy, she gon' slide when it's time to slide and that's the
shit I
like Manifest this shit like 828, bitch, I
was on the
same flight Okay, now this one for my niggas, the
ones that I
can't bring back Alright now two times for them killers in missions, praying they make it back This a
letter to the
real ones 'cause I
ain't have the
time to write A
letter to the
ghetto children, ayy lil' one you gon' be alright