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PERFORMING ARTISTS
OverDoz.
OverDoz.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Seibert
Fred Seibert
Composer
Khallid Muhammad
Khallid Muhammad
Composer
Jess Willard
Jess Willard
Composer
Brett Bailey
Brett Bailey
Composer
Curtis Price, Jr.
Curtis Price, Jr.
Composer
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Composer
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Composer
Patrick Brown
Patrick Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Producer
Shelton "Renegade El Rey" Oliver
Shelton "Renegade El Rey" Oliver
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look
[Verse 2]
Martin Luther King had a dream
Barack Obama had a joke
Gave a bill to my daddy
Mom, I'm on my way home
Feel like Chris Dorner, bitch
This my manifesto
Black chains by Armani
My fly zippin' his rest soul
[Verse 3]
Need a all gold AK-47
I'm on a roll
Who afraid to go to Heaven?
Took ya kids to my island like Coney
We gon' take the hood all over like Cody
Yeah, to my island like Coney
We gon' take the hood back, ****, like Cody
[Verse 4]
Uh, yeah
You bitch, this my manifesto
Huh, yeah
I said, bitch, this my manifesto
[Verse 5]
Ay, my ****, my ears been burnin'
I think they talkin' 'bout us
Might be the reason my palms been itchin' for weeks
Shit, I thought somebody put somethin' in my drink
I hope we got a check on the way
I hope the talk ain't cheap, bro
'Cause honestly
We don't do this shit for free
Even though we love this passion and money
Got a fine line between
We rockstars
In search of
Anything to spin the wheel, anything to turn us up
Fuckin' record some simple shit
Mix it, throw it in the club
My manifesto is always stay in fresh clothes
Even if I'm dead broke
Which I'll never let go
Down
And neither will my best bros
Role model, don't follow in my steps, though
A role model, don't follow in my steps, though
Drew love the kids, I don't wanna be the reason that they tread wrong
[Verse 6]
Bitch, this my manifesto
Yeah
I said, bitch, this my manifesto
[Verse 7]
Yeah, where the weed?
I need inspiration
I'm sick of always wantin' somethin', never sayin' shit
Ain't got no hope left, don't even wanna pray, shit
Had to spend the nights in my granny basement
No dollars in my pockets, man, I can't take this
Can't even fuck with my cousin, she a basehead
That's okay, I still love her
And I'm gon' get this bread with my brothers
Take note, I
Don't
Give a fuck about a fuck ****
You're negative in energy, I don't fuck witcha
Get more pussy than a black college expo
She ain't with it, then I'm movin' to the next ho
Jacque Cousteau, I hit her with the breaststroke
Uh, you know she love that
Uh, you know she love that
You know she love that
[Verse 8]
Uh, yeah
I said, bitch, this my manifesto
Written by: Brett Bailey, Curtis Price, Jr., Fred Seibert, Jess Willard, Khallid Muhammad, Patrick Brown, Ray Murray, Rico Wade
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