Manny Pacquiao (feat. Rated-R Playboy)

Never had to trap but I made it out
On the road less traveled had to change my route
If I ever need a pack then my homies pack me out
Odds against me counted out man I feel like Pacquiao

Box me in try to cross me out
Found myself so you lost me now
Pain on the beat pain in the streets
Cold world brought the heat come stop me now
Uh, yeah and I'm reppin' CT
So you know what that mean
I'm in the cut I'm getting throat
Off indica still do the most
I'm gettin' bread and haters toast
Call me "Bank Sinatra" no Luciano
Issa new me and year nuevo ano
More Life to my brothers mi hermanos
No chicken tings but like Gus Fring
Mans Breaking Bad
I told y'all I'm breaking bad
I told y'all don't make me mad
Evacuated but I'm going back
Respect when you gonna show me that?
502 to 203 yeah you knew me don't know me
Selfies from Rep AOC I'm a Don like Quixote
Rap game Salvador Dali from now on that's what you call me
5'7" but I still got growing pains guess it comes with age
But like scotch or wine decades down the line
Big costs is what you'll pay fuck that's great
What a time to be alive yeah
April's Greatest Angel still on demon time
Rap game's a frenzy and it's feeding time
Friends turned to enemies didn't see the signs
This year was brazy but I'm feeling fine
Vision 2020 but the love is blind
Man I know I'll make it almost 25
I got IT y'all just Pennywise
Y'all steady clownin' y'all still be doubtin'
Big bags I'm countin' they take some time
If you out my life don't hit my line
You had your time you missed your shot
Feel like Modie Top Boy tings but I won't fall off nah

Gold on my body they like how I move
Balenciaga my shoes
Finger fuck her just to get in the mood
Don't abide by the rules
Tim Allen all my homies got tools
Couple bitches pussy coming in twos
Only fan model air dropping nudes
Only fan model air dropping nudes
I don't really wear no Louis Vuitton
Been thinking I should just move to Baton
Rouge, leave it all rouge leave it all red
Nigga that's French
Gave it a pinch
Might hit it raw
If it don't stench
Girl don't get benched been making hits
Woah woah woah woah
Run on a nigga like treadmills
I'm getting rich finna treadmills
Fuck her I might get the head still
Might get the head still
Fuck her she grabbing the bed still
I'm doing windmills
Been getting grass like the infield
Rated R Playboy I been real
Nigga be high as a Sprint bill
Nigga I been real
Pussy no paper a thin deal
Boy that's a thin deal
Woah woah woah woah woah woah

Never had to trap but I made it out
On the road less traveled had to change my route
If I ever need a pack then my homies pack me out
Odds against me counted out man I feel like Pacquiao
Never had to trap but I made it out
On the road less traveled had to change my route
If I ever need a pack then my homies pack me out
Fuck what haters say either way my name stay in they mouth

Y'all know the names owls on my chains and I got the owl tatted
Ice on my neck ears disco ballin' all my diamonds steady dancing
Man what a year not a good place but I'm cheering Ted Danson
This year is mine matter of time only here for advancements
Yeah yeah
Only here for advancements
Fanbase stay expandin'
Leichtman name need some brandin'
Feel like Kendrick and I study Kendrick
But need me wifey like Anna
Life's a gamble and I got it handled
Yeah never scrambled 50/50 chances
Uh yeah
Jakob Leichtman Rated-R
Yeah those the names boy
Yeah we some playboys
No games over here uh we do not play boy
If you don't want problems then do as we say boy

Never had to trap but I made it out
On the road less traveled had to change my route
If I ever need a pack then my homies pack me out
Odds against me counted out man I feel like Pacquiao
Never had to trap but I made it out
On the road less traveled had to change my route
If I ever need a pack then my homies pack me out
Fuck what haters say either way my name stay in they mouth
Never had to trap but I made it out
On the road less traveled had to change my route
If I ever need a pack then my homies pack me out
Odds against me counted out man I feel like Pacquiao
Never had to trap but I made it out
On the road less traveled had to change my route
If I ever need a pack then my homies pack me out
Fuck what haters say either way my name stay in they mouth
Never had to trap but I made it out
On the road less traveled had to change my route
If I ever need a pack then my homies pack me out
Odds against me counted out man I feel like Pacquiao
Never had to trap but I made it out
On the road less traveled had to change my route
If I ever need a pack then my homies pack me out
Fuck what haters say either way my name stay in they mouth



Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Leichtman
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