Manifesto

I ain't writing no songs for bitches that don't wanna see me
If you acting blind, I'm acting like Stevie
Cartier frames, got me on treeshy
I'm smiley she cheesy, this shit is too easy

I cannot complain, I cannot condone
Don't hate me now, I got this on my own
Tryna own a block in every city I flown
I be fly for no reason, I'm sorry you broke

Let's be real, you a joke
Can't take you serious, swear that you woke
See you at the wake, popped like a coke
Promise you won't be waking up no more...

Ha, nada
Make a hater disappear, tada
Proud of myself, so I'm dripping in Prada
Let's talk dinero cause I got a lotta

Draped out in designer that you never thought of
Don't even care bout the shit, I just gotta
Shit on my ex, you would think she got hotter
But didn't, the girl I'm with now look like LaLa

Used to call me daddy, I'm not ya father
Used to call you baby, you not a toddler
But act like a kid, don't know how you was brought up
I told you to grow up, you told me go harder

And I did, least one of us kept our end of the stick
Least one of us kept our end of the deal, wonder how you feel bout me being rich
Cause I'm rich as a bitch, came from nothing why I'm balling like this
Manifested the shit, now I'm fuckin legit
Got me a Tesla, Bluetooth whip

Hands-free, for the ones that ain't get it
The head free when she know that you get it
This bitch a freak, I don't know who let her in
6 speed, the way I'm changing settings

Start in one place and end up in another
Changing locations like Drizzy my brother
Future brighter than the crib when the sun up
Call me lil baby cause I'm bouta turn up

A lil more this time, every bitch you see me with get a lil more fine
She swear she my slime, I know that she lying
Used to pop bottles, moved on to the wine
You bitches is popped, stop wasting my time
R.I.P Pop, we gon make sure you shine
You told me to shoot for the stars and aim for the moon, back when I ain't have a dime

Fuck all the deep shit, I'm finna change it, I'm finna hit me another route
I'm on the way up, they pray I don't stay up, and that is why y'all is still in a drought
You cannot compare, me to yourself
HUH, fuck is you talking bout?
So far ahead of my peers, talking light years, I don't wanna talk it out

My bitch mad, I don't wanna talk it out
Swear you tight, baby lets just fuck it out
Used to show love to my haters, it's fuck em now
Life get hard but you gotta just thug it out

If I ain't got a bag then I gotta go get it
If I gotta bag, I ain't talking bout Fendi
You talking that shit but I don't recommend it
Treesha wanna give me head I'm offended

Look at the way my wrist was dancing
Now look at the way my bitch dancing
She loving, she loving cause I'm romantic
Told her Te Quiero, don't even know Spanish

That's all it took and she took off her panties
Waffle House, she ain't getting no Denny's
You'll never catch up, I know how to vanish
If you never see me again then don't frantic

That's dero for you
I'm a hero to you
Make it clearer to you
It get further from you when it's nearest to you

When it's nearest to you
It get further from you when it's nearest to you
This the closest I ever been to it duke



Credits
Writer(s): Navninder Singh
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