Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manna (Moses), artist - Fashawn. Date of issue: 10.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Manna (Moses) |
| You know what I’m sayin? |
| I’m workin on it |
| Uh, uh huh, I birthed you niggas |
| You keep acting up I’ma earth you niggas |
| Uh huh, uh |
| Similar to Moses, I would give you niggas Manna |
| This that Grizzly City grammar |
| This a brick inside a Phantom, fuck around, Instagram it |
| I could never ditch the camera |
| You can find me in the gutter, ditch me with the glitz & glamour |
| Hammer, on my hip, Cal, let a grip, Blaow! |
| Now you hit, hear that, loud in the spliff |
| Crowd know its piff leave you sittin' with the clouds |
| Body found by a ditch |
| All I need is a few pounds and a mound |
| I can pitch |
| Got a diva, got divas, chocolate brown and she thick |
| Went to town with her lips, southbound on a dick |
| Round-trip, leave a California cloud then I dip |
| On a prowl for the chips, got the crown in my grip |
| Leave you grounded and pissed shootin' rounds til it click |
| Hold it, down til every grizzly, 'round me is rich |
| Go head, lose yo head, put underground I insist |
| Shoot a rapper out his kilt, give his gown to my bitch |
| The meanest |
| Breathe, kill, murder, survive |
| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride |
| Breathe, kill, murder, survive |
| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride |
| Breathe, kill, murder, survive |
| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride |
| Breathe, kill, murder, survive |
| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride |
| I admit |
| I been hibernating |
| Public saying 'Why you waiting?" |
| Must be off psilocybin |
| Left me out the conversation |
| Trying to go from movin' grams |
| To a Grammy nomination |
| I done seen all kinds of hatred |
| Since the day of my invasion |
| Now it come, smiley faces |
| Foes by the congregation |
| Clothes from designer |
| Made it, safe with the combination |
| Club, got the bottles waitin' |
| Drugs, done in moderation |
| Slugs, for the confrontation |
| Homies, hollow cases |
| No congratulations, send my condolences |
| Yo career is over kid |
| Too much baking soda in it |
| He noticed |
| Ima name brand figure |
| Game plan, bigger |
| Who iller? |
| Bet you couldn’t name that nigga |
| Its 'shawn |
| I belong, at the top |
| In my palm, got a knot |
| Whip it soft, til it rock |
| Sell it hard, its my block |
| My turf, my body or my hood |
| My product everybody know whats good |
| Understood, Its 'Po! |
| Breathe, kill, murder, survive |
| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride |
| Breathe, kill, murder, survive |
| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride |
| Breathe, kill, murder, survive |
| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride |
| Breathe, kill, murder, survive |
| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride |