Manifested

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 'Cause on Jesus, I manifested everything I was dreaming We been balling, I got hoopers who down to shoot when I call 'em Fuck the suckers, still ain't did shit 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, tomorrow is never promised Pistol in my drawers, 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 L's I ever took, call 'em lessons, don't call 'em 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? 'Cause I lost my heart inside the slumps I replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh Ain't no one-on-ones Mama, I'm a 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 slumps I replaced 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 you 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 ain't wanted You came knocking, now my label send me checks, direct deposits You can break somebody defense, so I'm moving like it's offense Fell in love with the streets, relationship hella toxic 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? 'Cause I lost my heart inside the slums I replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh Ain't no one-on-ones Mama, I'm a 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 replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh