The Manuel Garcia Chronicles
Just got a text to my phone like, babe, come home
But I'm like, fuck all that
Just saw one of my haters at the store
He tried to dap me up, but I'm like, fuck all that
Just heard the ops want a truce, but we in the car strapped like, fuck all that
They want me to put down the dope to start selling niggas hope, but I'm like, fuck all that
I used to want to ball on the court once
Now these niggas mad cause I ball on them too much
Used to want to be the cover of the Source once
But I've been too busy being the plug, so I ain't got a Source one
Natural born hustler, whatever you need, I got it
Stay out of people business and focus on the ones that profit
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense to me
If we was once friends, you forever an enemy
Cause if you wasn't loyal, then what makes you loyal now
Ain't no make-ups with me, boy
Don't play me for no clown
Shit been moving and you can't bum no ride
They want me to change my course, but I'm a student to this way of life
Just got a text to my phone like, babe, come home
But I'm like, fuck all that
Just saw one of my haters at the store
He tried to dap me up, but I'm like, fuck all that
Just heard the opps want a truce, but we in the car strapped like, fuck all that
They want me to put down the dope to start selling niggas soap, but I'm like, fuck all that
Used to want to find the one falling in love, tie the knot
But shit, I'd rather boil the water, feed the fiends, grow my knot
Used to want to go to school, get a job, play by their rules
Then I realized I'd die a slave if I do
So I hug the block tighter than my girl
When I'm leaving, pray they don't go looking for my son if I lose to my demons
Know this ain't the life my mama wanted for her baby
But I'm trying to give my son the life she wanted for her baby
Can't see that nigga lacking, cause I was slacking
When the shipment coming in, make sure my girl don't see the package
Cause ain't no chances of her folding
If she don't know shit besides a nigga doing a double on the night shift
Just got a text to my phone like, babe, come home
But I'm like, fuck all that
Just saw one of my haters at the store, he tried to dab me up, but I'm like, fuck all that
Just heard the ops wanted to, but we in the car strapped like, fuck all that
They want me to put down the dope to start selling niggas up, but I'm like, fuck all that
Fuck all that fake shit
Only winners sitting at the table
We generals
We kings
We gods
Ain't no such thing as half weight, my nigga
Fuck all that
But I'm like, fuck all that
Just saw one of my haters at the store
He tried to dap me up, but I'm like, fuck all that
Just heard the ops want a truce, but we in the car strapped like, fuck all that
They want me to put down the dope to start selling niggas hope, but I'm like, fuck all that
I used to want to ball on the court once
Now these niggas mad cause I ball on them too much
Used to want to be the cover of the Source once
But I've been too busy being the plug, so I ain't got a Source one
Natural born hustler, whatever you need, I got it
Stay out of people business and focus on the ones that profit
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense to me
If we was once friends, you forever an enemy
Cause if you wasn't loyal, then what makes you loyal now
Ain't no make-ups with me, boy
Don't play me for no clown
Shit been moving and you can't bum no ride
They want me to change my course, but I'm a student to this way of life
Just got a text to my phone like, babe, come home
But I'm like, fuck all that
Just saw one of my haters at the store
He tried to dap me up, but I'm like, fuck all that
Just heard the opps want a truce, but we in the car strapped like, fuck all that
They want me to put down the dope to start selling niggas soap, but I'm like, fuck all that
Used to want to find the one falling in love, tie the knot
But shit, I'd rather boil the water, feed the fiends, grow my knot
Used to want to go to school, get a job, play by their rules
Then I realized I'd die a slave if I do
So I hug the block tighter than my girl
When I'm leaving, pray they don't go looking for my son if I lose to my demons
Know this ain't the life my mama wanted for her baby
But I'm trying to give my son the life she wanted for her baby
Can't see that nigga lacking, cause I was slacking
When the shipment coming in, make sure my girl don't see the package
Cause ain't no chances of her folding
If she don't know shit besides a nigga doing a double on the night shift
Just got a text to my phone like, babe, come home
But I'm like, fuck all that
Just saw one of my haters at the store, he tried to dab me up, but I'm like, fuck all that
Just heard the ops wanted to, but we in the car strapped like, fuck all that
They want me to put down the dope to start selling niggas up, but I'm like, fuck all that
Fuck all that fake shit
Only winners sitting at the table
We generals
We kings
We gods
Ain't no such thing as half weight, my nigga
Fuck all that
Credits
Writer(s): Tenerio Hawkins
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