Maneuver
Let's go
Let's put it in motion
Poetry knowingly saved me, devotion
I'm an example of someone that needs some attention because I could drown in the ocean
Lifeguards on deck, blade straight to the neck
I have been feeling betrayed by the people that would save my life but to them I'm a speck
They gotta get rid of me, I don't make remixes, I'm original
Minimal effort put in bitch it's pitiful, people see me and they know I'm the pinnacle
The best image possible, all of y'all stressing like rapping is optional
Gonna get it I promise, I don't stop when I go up like Ben Wallace
I am whatever LeBron is, G.O.A.T., King, oh no I won't sing
Imma stick to the bar for bar, wanna talk about life go scar for scar
Did it by my self no seminar, had no balance on the handle bars
I'm what you need like avatar, go dumb on strums on air guitar
That smooth maneuver, that smooth maneuver, nothing smoother
If you the shit, I'm the manure
Smooth maneuver, that smooth maneuver, nothing smoother
If you the shit, I'm the manure
I don't see how honesty is considered rude
Mess with me what you finna do, talk about your work but you 10 to 2
Bitch build yo credit, don't feel like it I get it
Tryna be about my lettuce, talk about guns you but you shooting off pellets
Fake man, fake fan, put a bounty on for 10 bands
You should feel lucky for 10 fans
I grind out for mines like a skate park
There's knives in my back gotta stay sharp
Counting my chickens, I know that I shouldn't
If you know I'm next, then why you still looking
You ain't got faith, got faith in the truth
Over here no one competes in the booth
Don't talk about me, I'm trying to cram this in, man perfect timing
Hate on the chain, you hate on the CD, you hate to see me walking 'round with some diamonds
I've been in my satchel, load up the bullets, them shooters got gats full
Second cousin to the devil like Gatsby
Got my Twitter handle, but you don't at me
Wow, wow I'm astonished, like my baby with the bonnet
Everything I want I got it, a true rapper or a prophet
I down ample amounts of success, nearest ounce round up
They said I'm down for the count but I shot 'till my rounds up
Bona Fide is my creation, that is some back in the day shit
Sitting in class, studied to pass, at shows I got standing ovation
Giftape is like a mixtape, but it's my take, I'm a thick steak
Thats mid rare, let it sit there, you'd be shocked at what is in there
Smooth maneuver
Smooth maneuver
Let's put it in motion
Poetry knowingly saved me, devotion
I'm an example of someone that needs some attention because I could drown in the ocean
Lifeguards on deck, blade straight to the neck
I have been feeling betrayed by the people that would save my life but to them I'm a speck
They gotta get rid of me, I don't make remixes, I'm original
Minimal effort put in bitch it's pitiful, people see me and they know I'm the pinnacle
The best image possible, all of y'all stressing like rapping is optional
Gonna get it I promise, I don't stop when I go up like Ben Wallace
I am whatever LeBron is, G.O.A.T., King, oh no I won't sing
Imma stick to the bar for bar, wanna talk about life go scar for scar
Did it by my self no seminar, had no balance on the handle bars
I'm what you need like avatar, go dumb on strums on air guitar
That smooth maneuver, that smooth maneuver, nothing smoother
If you the shit, I'm the manure
Smooth maneuver, that smooth maneuver, nothing smoother
If you the shit, I'm the manure
I don't see how honesty is considered rude
Mess with me what you finna do, talk about your work but you 10 to 2
Bitch build yo credit, don't feel like it I get it
Tryna be about my lettuce, talk about guns you but you shooting off pellets
Fake man, fake fan, put a bounty on for 10 bands
You should feel lucky for 10 fans
I grind out for mines like a skate park
There's knives in my back gotta stay sharp
Counting my chickens, I know that I shouldn't
If you know I'm next, then why you still looking
You ain't got faith, got faith in the truth
Over here no one competes in the booth
Don't talk about me, I'm trying to cram this in, man perfect timing
Hate on the chain, you hate on the CD, you hate to see me walking 'round with some diamonds
I've been in my satchel, load up the bullets, them shooters got gats full
Second cousin to the devil like Gatsby
Got my Twitter handle, but you don't at me
Wow, wow I'm astonished, like my baby with the bonnet
Everything I want I got it, a true rapper or a prophet
I down ample amounts of success, nearest ounce round up
They said I'm down for the count but I shot 'till my rounds up
Bona Fide is my creation, that is some back in the day shit
Sitting in class, studied to pass, at shows I got standing ovation
Giftape is like a mixtape, but it's my take, I'm a thick steak
Thats mid rare, let it sit there, you'd be shocked at what is in there
Smooth maneuver
Smooth maneuver
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Writer(s): Sean Storr
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