Lyrics Manhattan - OG Yacky

You the type of lady that ima be thinkin bout in 3 hours of traffic from the town to Manhattan
Her latest caption is hashtag candid but she wrote it in Latin so the creeps can all vanish yea

You the type of lady that ima be thinkin bout in 3 hours of traffic from the town to Manhattan
Had to establish new paths we charting on new graphs
But forgetting but my dawgs i cant let it happen
Onto to bigger and better things you onto the
Ketamine but were just in a trailer makin symphonies
I been around anything i seen about everything but since last year i have epiphanies
It dont make sense to me
The Lord be testing me all odds against me they want the smoke
9-5 an open dispensary come and choke
I think that they literally thought that i wanted to smoke
Fuck up out my place 'fore your feelings get hurt
Peoples feelings get hurt
Thats what happen when you do somethin for yourself even with the card that you was dealt
Homie please do not let it all melt
You was born to walk in Prada hot fire like lava
So dont be yappin out of your ass like your first name Johnny Cash
Oh sorry i meant to say Jack Black
But it doesnt mat-ter
The fourth bat-ter
Well clean up your errors
No room for terror
I been terrorizing beats for 5 years now
A full load like a wheelbarrow
Im at top and its nice but the steep's narrow
Not a dictator im the Pharaoh
I done got back stabbed toe tagged thrown at i dont know where home's at or even my homies at
You the type of lady that ima be thinkin bout in 3 hours of traffic from the town to Manhattan

You the type of lady that ima be thinkin bout in 3 hours of traffic from the town to Manhattan
You the type of lady that ima be thinkin bout in 3 hours of traffic from the town to Manhattan
You the type of lady that ima be thinkin bout in 3 hours of traffic from the town to Manhattan
You the type of lady that ima be thinkin bout in 3 hours of traffic from the town to Manhattan