Lyrics Dinga - Manz

Can't slack cos we're staying on track
When you hear my ting you'll spin it right back
Can't really say my ting sounds whack
'Cos the bars on the beat repeatedly slap
Been tryna lose some fat
So I'm tying my lace
And I turn my head from the snacks
But it's all alright cos the gyally love
Manz with or without the six pack
Sitting down making my beats
Putting in work so I don't even eat
Like mum says don't end on the streets
So I'm getting that p tryna make ends meet, yo
This gyally's too sweet
Saying I should come down hers for a treat
But I ain't even really got time for a beat
I'm married to the game nah a nigga can't cheat
Do you know what gets me mad?
When they're chatting bout p
But they're sitting on their arse all day just playing their pad
Get off your arse if you think you're bad
Still waiting for the day that I come across a man like me
Gotta meet my match
But I just don't think that's likely
Manlike me been best of the batch
I really gotta keep my cool no back and forth like a game of catch
But it gets so hard when niggas around me talking just too much cap
I'm a man of peace but do a little bit too much
And you're getting a slap
Been running that race not done yet mans going laps on laps on laps
I step and I'm coming too drippy
Like mans doing up taps on taps on taps
KP on the M he's swerving
Man keeps doing up gaps on gaps on gaps
Everyday I'm learning can't get stuck in the race cos I ain't no rat
Coming like big Bruce Wayne I feel no pain I gotta be a man like bat
Can't slack cos we're staying on track
When you hear my ting you'll spin it right back
Can't really say my ting sounds whack
'Cos the bars on the beat repeatedly slap
Been tryna lose some fat
So I'm tying my lace
And I turn my head from the snacks
But it's all alright cos the gyally love
Manz with or without the six pack
Sitting down making my beats
Putting in work so I don't even eat
Like mum says don't end on the streets
So I'm getting that p tryna make ends meet, yo
This gyally's too sweet
Saying I should come down hers for a treat
But I ain't even really got time for a beat
I'm married to the game nah a nigga can't cheat
Right now it's Stackin Season
I gotta get myself a dinga
Can't cop Polos, Golfs or Minis
Man's 6'3 gotta get suttin bigger
Chatting bout she ain't got no vocals
Hit that once and she turn to a singer
She wanna ride so I hit 2 times
She's bouncing round like Tigger
God knows for real I'm a winner
Everyday eating up chicken dinner
I can't stop drinking liquor
Even though I feel it all in my liver
My schemes can only get bigger
And my bank can only gonna get richer
She keeps giving me looks
I can read her like a book
I tell a gyal just come hither
Me and my gang are blessed
We're going through trials and tribs
Got no clue what'll be happening next
Best believe we're passing them tests
Soonland gonna get LC on the map
We'll do it up with no stress
Where're we gonna be at in 10 years
Nigga I couldn't even give it a guess
That's why now's the time for stacking
Blood and sweat no tears no stress
Come on the UK scene do a madting
Imma leave it all in a mess
Imma get the big whips but I do it for me
'Cos I feel no need to impress
Remember the name
'Cos it's due real soon that Manz gonna be a success
Can't slack cos we're staying on track
When you hear my ting you'll spin it right back
Can't really say my ting sounds whack
'Cos the bars on the beat repeatedly slap
Been tryna lose some fat
So I'm tying my lace
And I turn my head from the snacks
But it's all alright cos the gyally love
Manz with or without the six pack
Sitting down making my beats
Putting in work so I don't even eat
Like mum says don't end on the streets
So I'm getting that p tryna make ends meet, yo
This gyally's too sweet
Saying I should come down hers for a treat
But I ain't even really got time for a beat
I'm married to the game nah a nigga can't cheat