Manifesto

Sometimes you just gotta do it like this, bro
This shit's so crazy
This beat is so fucking crazy
Yeah
Kongo! Yes sir

I rock the microphone charming call me Hector LaVoe
Dissect every foe slice you from the neck to the toe
Lyrical throws the materials I got they don't glow
But I'm cold I'm like the windy city baby I'm froze
My chicago-es where I diga she very fina
She wear Adidas i get my checks I'm not a FEMA
We fly to V Live go home and then we play some FIFA
I'm such a chiefa Mahomes a ver que es lo que diga
Gone are the days I was hazed I relate to the kids
Stuck in a pit smoking mids work a job that don't fit
I'm a musician baby I'm not made for slicing a pig
Unless it's twelve then I delve probably cop me a stick
Almost a dropout I found the way to fake a cop out
I might just pop out I might just leave them out of stock now
Copping some 1s way too fun got no need for FILAs
I got the Shattered Backboards and the Carolinas

I fuck with this so hard it's my manifesto
It sound so good probably cause it's from the west coast

I want a bag I want to cop me some cars for some fans
I want a crib in LA need no fans the weather stay perfect
I know I deserve it I've been in my plans
I want a rocket I wanna have all the stars in my pocket
Go to Yosemite pop me some tabs
I wanna hop on a plane need no bags
I want my fam all with prosperity
For posterity I got some cousins that leave you in past
Poster all on you like he look like Divac
I'm like Mutombo with the finger wag
I wanna share I'm not talking bout a business affair
Talking Garden shit I'm tryna be there
Growing communities being aware

I fuck with this so hard it's my manifesto
It sound so good probably cause it's from the west coast



Credits
Writer(s): Esteban Fernández
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