Manifested - Mbnel

Hey we known for popping Glocks out

Police used to raid us at my ma house

Brought this shit to life doing everything used to talk bout

I mean it

Wish my dead homies was here to see this

Cuz on Jesus I manifested everything I was dreaming

We been balling I got hoopers who down to shoot when I call em

Fuck the succas still ain’t did shit when whats his name walked up on em

Life a deck of cards you never know watchu drawing

Tell my peoples that I love em tomorrow is never promised

Pistol in my draws got it sitting by where my cock is

We gon win up top ain’t no window shots we gon walk it

Don’t label me a rapper, a gangster, call me an artist

All them Ls I ever took call them lessons don’t call them losses

Mama I’m a thug

I fell in love with taking drugs

Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud

Can you teach me how to love

Cuz I lost my heart inside the slums

I replaced it with a pistol and a drum

Ain’t no 1 on 1s

Mama I’m a gangster I’m a thug

I don’t tell fakes just how to love

So don’t ever count it all

Yeah I lost my heart inside the slums

I replaced it with a pistol and a drum

Ion like the red lights

We gon run him over if I got to

We spot you

Then we gon send you shots like what a ball do

Ah choo pistol get to sneezing like it got flues

And please don’t use me just because I said I gotchu

Congratulations

All I ever hear they think I made it

Where was you when it was raining

We was breaking in the basement

If there’s money on the floor

Oh you know I’m finna take it

I can’t trust a soul people easily manipulate it

Mama

I know that everything you ain’t wanted

You came knocking

Now my label send me chase direct deposits

You can break somebody defence so I’m moving like it’s offence

Fell in love with the streets

You lay shit pay with tax

Mama I’m a thug

I fell in love with taking drugs

Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud

Can you teach me how to love

Cuz I lost my heart inside the slums

I replaced it with a pistol and a drum

Ain’t no 1 on 1s

Mama I’m a gangster I’m a thug

I don’t tell fakes just how to love

So don’t ever count it all

Yeah I lost my heart inside the slums

I replaced it with a pistol and a drum