Lyrics Note 2 Self - Destiny Manifest

Whistling at white women
Thinking bout Emmett till
Carol Bryant still free
Never got our justice
Still, making up for old times
A change is coming
Hear it in wind chimes
Sam Cooking, two murders
Flatline
Sometimes, I grieve heavy
Tears breach levies
Drowning in a sick stench
Squalor on my collar
Refine my six sense
I'm incensed
Calm demeanor parallel to militant's
Incredible discipline
Never let the devils win
Roll dice been gambling
High risks
Guilt on my conscious like a blood stain
Content got the streets froze
It ain't been the same, I'm Dame
Now they telling I'm yelling free them
Until my tongue bleeding
Questioning what I believe in
Doubt seeping in they're veins
Separate the real from the fake
I'm deep in
I'd thought you'd feel a way
Motherfucker I been dope

Hustling and grinding so long
We done made it
Put your plate in front of our face
We gone take it
As solid as they come on gang
They can't break us
All this pain, pressure and hate
Made us dangerous

Too many lies on the timeline
High off likes
Chasing the limelight
Lives lost to silly gun fights
They rather look like they eating
Than really getting to it
It's spooky out here
On the outside looking in
Like yea, I don't belong here
One of the last ones standing
Integrity still in tact
No goofiness in my raps
It's all facts, real shooters in the range
No accidental killers
Bar none, I'm one of one
Like God's son the illest
Monsters and villains
Been outside with a vixen on my arm, chinchilla
She keep me warm when the world cold
Yo how you mad at me when your bitch chose
Internet trolls wearing fools gold
Shine to the eyes but it's ruse
Wrist fake froze spitting lies in the booth
Wrap half these little rappers in a box
Issa light stroll
Leave them in The Dunes
You insecure
Fuck your little trends
I play forever, Ralph Lauren
In a cardigan
On my Sparta shit
Knock your head off
And leave your body there
I'm out of here
Ahead of my class
Used to heat water in a glass to wash my ass
Real struggle birthed true hustle
I'm built different
I'm Bill Russell
Every shot you throw I send em back
Hit you and your little friends
Put that battery in your back
You a slave to algorithms
That's why I don't fuck with you you niggas
You niggas

Hustling and grinding so long
We done made it
Put your plate in front of our face
We gone take it
As solid as they come on gang
They can't break us
All this pain, pressure and hate
Made us dangerous
Hustling and grinding so long
We done made it
Put your plate in front of our face
We gone take it
As solid as they come on gang
They can't break us
All this pain, pressure and hate
Made us dangerous