No Manners
Yeah
It's Paco
Long live Duwap (Yeah-yeah)
Way block shit
These niggas wildin'
Can't take the violence
My glizzy's firin'
If they think I'm fightin'
See I do the most
And I ain't got no manners
Just sell some food
And watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain't got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain't got no chill
Independent, fuck a deal
It gets real in the field
.45 kickin' like it's FIFA
Fuck a thousand want a mill
Swear we really in the trenches
Yeah
I want your life don't want your jewelry
Can't let nobody make a fool of me
It took awhile for me to figure out
I'm tryna grind ain't tryna hear you speakin'
Went to they block and left they homie leakin'
I'm with the same niggas everywhere
Can't see these lames in these Cartier's
Ma' raised a real nigga
Don't really feel niggas
These niggas broke
These niggas bummy
So they always stressin'
I keep that street shit off the net
My ops don't get the message
Free my nigga Murda
And it gon be a murda
Gotta keep my .26
And keep doing this music
These niggas wilding
Can't take the violence
My glizzy's firin'
If they think I'm fightin'
See I do the most
And I ain't got no manners
Just sell some food
And watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain't got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain't got no chill
Independent, fuck a deal
It gets real in the field
.45 kicking like it's FIFA
Fuck a thousand want a mill
Swear we really in the trenches
This war will never see the end
Just filled his homie up with hollows
Say it's up and never slide
Hate on me but still I'm better
Niggas pissed that I'm too clever
You a bitch you soft like feathers
All that talking doesn't matter
'Cause my pockets looking different
Straight from the projects
Ain't taking handouts
Back then ain't have nobody
Swear I got fans now
They keep on talking 'bout me
Till they see man down (Man down)
Ain't got no manners
These niggas fools ain't got no standards
I'm the type of nigga pull up make you vanish
So, I ain't ordinary
So all these niggas fear me
Who don't hear gon' feel
Let me say this clearly
These niggas wildin'
Can't take the violence
My glizzy's firin'
If they think I'm fightin'
See I do the most
And I ain't got no manners
Just sell some food
And watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain't got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain't got no chill
Independent fuck a deal
It gets real in the field
.45 kicking like it's FIFA
Fuck a thousand want a mill
Swear we really in the trenches
It's Paco
Long live Duwap (Yeah-yeah)
Way block shit
These niggas wildin'
Can't take the violence
My glizzy's firin'
If they think I'm fightin'
See I do the most
And I ain't got no manners
Just sell some food
And watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain't got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain't got no chill
Independent, fuck a deal
It gets real in the field
.45 kickin' like it's FIFA
Fuck a thousand want a mill
Swear we really in the trenches
Yeah
I want your life don't want your jewelry
Can't let nobody make a fool of me
It took awhile for me to figure out
I'm tryna grind ain't tryna hear you speakin'
Went to they block and left they homie leakin'
I'm with the same niggas everywhere
Can't see these lames in these Cartier's
Ma' raised a real nigga
Don't really feel niggas
These niggas broke
These niggas bummy
So they always stressin'
I keep that street shit off the net
My ops don't get the message
Free my nigga Murda
And it gon be a murda
Gotta keep my .26
And keep doing this music
These niggas wilding
Can't take the violence
My glizzy's firin'
If they think I'm fightin'
See I do the most
And I ain't got no manners
Just sell some food
And watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain't got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain't got no chill
Independent, fuck a deal
It gets real in the field
.45 kicking like it's FIFA
Fuck a thousand want a mill
Swear we really in the trenches
This war will never see the end
Just filled his homie up with hollows
Say it's up and never slide
Hate on me but still I'm better
Niggas pissed that I'm too clever
You a bitch you soft like feathers
All that talking doesn't matter
'Cause my pockets looking different
Straight from the projects
Ain't taking handouts
Back then ain't have nobody
Swear I got fans now
They keep on talking 'bout me
Till they see man down (Man down)
Ain't got no manners
These niggas fools ain't got no standards
I'm the type of nigga pull up make you vanish
So, I ain't ordinary
So all these niggas fear me
Who don't hear gon' feel
Let me say this clearly
These niggas wildin'
Can't take the violence
My glizzy's firin'
If they think I'm fightin'
See I do the most
And I ain't got no manners
Just sell some food
And watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain't got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain't got no chill
Independent fuck a deal
It gets real in the field
.45 kicking like it's FIFA
Fuck a thousand want a mill
Swear we really in the trenches
Credits
Writer(s): Shakur Clarke-sargeant
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