Manifest (828)

**** play during the day then he dead the same night (The same night)

**** left me by myself when shit went left and that ain't right (And that ain't right)

I see envy plain sight (Plain sight), wish I can give this fame back (Fame back)

See, now I can like this comment, but you can't get your brain back (Kingyyume)

I said, "Lil' one, what you doin'?", he said, "Getting my aim right"

Now why you worried 'bout who I'm screwing? Them groupie bitches ain't my type

Aye, she gon' slide when it's time to slide and that's the shit I like

Manifest this shit like 828, bitch, I was on the same flight

Okay, now this one for my ****, the ones that I can't bring back

Alright, now two times for them killers on missions, praying they make it back

Aye, this a letter to the real ones 'cause I ain't have the time to write

A letter to the ghetto children, aye, lil' one, you gon' be alright

Okay, but fuck it, pocket full of chips, I just left game night (I just left game night)

I been double cupping

Even though it ain't no good, it keep my brain right (It keep my brain right)

I been getting buckets like I'm King James

Shoot like Dame, tryna get my rings right (Rings right)

Told her, "Give me head first," then later I might get her name right (Name right)

Might go insane, still tryna heal from pain, that's every day and night (That's every day)

With me, you only get one strike and boy, you better play it right (You better play it right)

It's very rare I play with twice, third time's the charm but I ain't nice (No, I ain't nice)

Fucked around and out my heart on ice (Heart on ice)

Wouldn't buy it back no matter the price (No matter)

But matter of fact, three hunnid book bags to the hood

Let's talk about that, let's talk about facts

I'm the one that made you **** wanna rap

The smallest one in the trap, I ain't see none of you **** there

In this bitch with Dooda and Quelo, first ones in last ones out

I said, "Lil' one, what you doing?", he said, "Getting my aim right"

Now why you worried 'bout who I'm screwing? Them groupie bitches ain't my type

Aye, she gon' slide when it's time to slide and that's the shit I like

Manifest this shit like 828, bitch, I was on the same flight

Okay, now this one for my ****, the ones that I can't bring back

Alright, now two times for them killers on missions, praying they make it back

Aye, this a letter to the real ones 'cause I ain't have the time to write

A letter to the ghetto children, aye, lil' one, you gon' be alright

Now, boy, you tripping, talking to them pillows, knowing that ain't right

Like these bitches ain't the reason half of these **** losing they life

He ain't hit, swing back (Swing) you better not miss, aim right (Aim)

Tryna roll a six, same dice (Same), aye, make it quick, I got a flight (I got a flight)

Thirty for the Izzy piece now, bitch, you know that come with ice

Any fee involving me now, bitch, you know that come with tax

Brand new **** with a **** on it and you know it came with light

223, nah, for real, probably got more Jordan's than Mike

Probably got more hits than Ike

Big knots on me, G lock on me, I did not come here to fight

She wanna fuck on me, then fuss with me, I hate it but I like it (I like it)

Let him get through they day, we gon' be smoking him tonight

Look, he just post, I'm finna like it

I said, "Lil' one, what you doing?", he said, "Getting my aim right"

Now why you worried 'bout who I'm screwing? Them groupie bitches ain't my type

Aye, she gon' slide when it's time to slide and that's the shit I like

Manifest this shit like 828, bitch, I was on the same flight

Okay, now this one for my ****, the ones that I can't bring back

Alright, now two times for them killers on missions, praying they make it back

Aye, this a letter to the real ones 'cause I ain't have the time to write

A letter to the ghetto children, aye, lil' one, you gon' be alright