Manifest

One Time
The plot thickens, the clock tickin'
Acknowledging, my flaws that need polishin'
Chasing that bag like a mall cop, running after someone that shopliftin' (Get 'em!)
Speaking my thoughts that I jot with pens
Got whippings, as an bad ass kid that just would not listen
My hard head had rocks in it, now food for thought I demolish it (Rrrr)
The odd misfit, I like to do the opposite, of what my spectators expect
Be unpredictable, my type is never typical, I always keep a trick or two (For real)
Externally you see me, but my spirit is a different dude
That most of you don't get to view
You Kermits better sip your brew
I got this proposition to get lots of riches, fuck an opposition
Optimistic misfit, got a vision, got a mission, God's the witness
If you hating, gobble this dick
I'm dead ass, like the buttocks that I got do not got no spirit
I'm not depending on a lotto ticket
I'm relying on this music to get me out of Chicago's trenches (Dear lord)
I follow goals, I don't follow bitches
I don't give a fuck about a Instagram model's image
On God
I can't be focused on the wrong shit, I could careless about how nice the new iPhone is
Not trying to keep up with a Jon-es
I'm trying own shit, be own boss, and my make own calls (What else)
Do it at my own cost
Whats more important, Jordans or mortgage
Morals or fortune
Your Pick
Broke or rich, I can not forget
When I was making music and you niggas ain't support it

Thats for anybody out there
That be acting like they rocking with me when I know they ain't rocking with me
It's all good though
Ima just do my thing and continue to let this niggas follow suit

I say I put it on my soul nigga (On my soul nigga!)
Can't nobody stop me from reaching my goals nigga (My goals nigga!)

Don't be looking at my posts if you oppose nigga
You ain't my bro if you ain't never come to shows nigga
When I blow, I don't wanna see no old pictures (At all!)
Fuck yo' feelings, middle fingers to yo' nose nigga (To yo' nose nigga!)
Don't be asking me for shit, if I ain't yo' nigga (Hold these nuts!)
'Cuz I ain't got a cent to give to you gold diggers (At all!)



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Anderson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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