Lyrics 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
'Cause
on
Jesus,
I
manifested
everything
I
was
dreaming
We
been
balling,
I
got
hoopers
who
down
to
shoot
when
I
call
′em
Fuck
the
suckas,
still
ain't
did
shit
when
what's-his-name
Walked
up
on
′em
Life
a
deck
of
cards,
you
never
know
what
you
drawing
Tell
my
peoples
that
I
love
′em,
tomorrow
is
never
promised
Pistol
in
my
drawers,
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
'em
lessons,
don′t
call
'em
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?
′Cause
I
lost
my
heart
inside
the
slums
I
replaced
it
with
a
pistol
and
a
drum,
uh
Ain′t
no
one-on-ones
Mama,
I'm
a
gangster,
I′m
a
thug
I
don't
count
favors,
it′s
out
of
love
So
don't
ever
count
at
all
And
I
lost
my
heart
inside
the
slums
I
replaced
it
with
a
pistol
and
a
drum,
uh
I
don′t
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
Achoo,
pistol
get
to
sneezing
like
it
got
flus
And
please
don′t
use
me
just
because
I
said
I
got
you
Congratulations
all
I
ever
hear,
they
think
I
made
it
Where
was
you
when
it
was
raining?
We
was
breaking
into
basements
If
it′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
defense,
so
I′m
moving
like
it's
offence
Fell
in
love
with
the
streets,
relationship
hella
toxic
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?
'Cause
I
lost
my
heart
inside
the
slums
I
replaced
it
with
a
pistol
and
a
drum,
uh
Ain't
no
one-on-ones
Mama,
I′m
a
gangster,
I′m
a
thug
I
don't
count
favors,
it′s
out
of
love
So
don't
ever
count
at
all
And
I
lost
my
heart
inside
the
slums
I
replaced
it
with
a
pistol
and
a
drum,
uh
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