Manifest

Okay, if this the life I'm living, I'm a bad man
Cooper turning ten, I gotta figure out what's happening
Everyone around me always gotta keep a mag tucked
Everybody with me know that I just got it bagged in
I think before I speak, and eat before I smoke
I've been mad for seven years, but I've been sad for twenty-four
Everybody thinks I'm not a rapper, I agree
I'm a young black man tryna figure out how to live free
With everything I'm doing, I just know I'm proud of me
Call me j.maye Hoffa when I disappear in the streets
Welcome to the festival, new project about to pop
We're going straight to the top
And I got, zero lies you can quote me on
I'm the only suicidal motherfucker with a smile on
They love it when I rap and I don't even pick a route
I don't owe you nothing if you ain't grow up in my house

All this pasta I'm not eating and my linen's very soft
My phone just keep on ringing and it stay pissing me off
Most people haven't been through what it takes to be a boss
My girl said she was leaving so I said I'm moving on
I don't know if I'm breathing, but you know that I'm the bomb
I got a lot of demons and I'm tryna fight them off
I don't know the ETA, but I know I'm gonna get there
Need a six foot baddie with a mental illness and red hair
I'm tryna find a way on a flight up the stairs
I'm supposed to have no fear, but I'm not tryna be aware
Yet, I just caught a diagnosis so I'm thinking extra hard
About what happens next and who we really truly are
They say that you don't have all that it takes to be a star
But I don't want it
I just wanna chill, relax and raise the bar



Credits
Writer(s): Jey Maye
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