Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Manilla Envelopes , by - Jake PalumboRelease date: 28.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Manilla Envelopes |
| Big dreamer, small business |
| '88 Beamer, heat seeeker, tall Guiness |
| I am living on the edge of panic rooms & busted windows |
| With a mustard colored jumpsuit |
| Seducing younger womens |
| Spend my days in the basement avoiding the super |
| Cornbread, peach tea, burning sour, eating grouper |
| Spiral out the staircase leaving on the creep |
| Sometimes I wish that I was dead, just to get some decent sleep |
| Time to pay my loan shark, Hudson & Horatio |
| Cigar bar owner with enforcers on the payroll |
| Emeralds in the headphones, exchange manila envelopes |
| Handshake agreements, my pops taught me to honor those |
| Move in total silence, so I’m never like «your honor», though |
| Ostinato bass line, copped a box of Optimos |
| Cops is like the Octagon, choke without a care |
| In the lab I’m Dr. Octopus, engineer extraordinaire |
| HOOK — Innocent? |
| Look — I don’t know what these motherf***er's expect |
| You carved your name in this game, they gotta show you respect |
| Traveled across lands, demand they cut a check |
| You so up to your neck, might light up a cigarette |
| (And you don’t even smoke…) |
| They say you insane in the membrane, & yep |
| There’s a couple screws missing |
| But homie ain’t done yet |
| I make you a bet that the day before you go |
| You get a million-dollar check in a manila envelope |
| VERSE 2 — Jake Palumbo |
| Smash pumpkins off the necks of dumb fellas |
| Country bumpkins buying guns at Cabela’s |
| Switch the vehicle cause they memorize your patterns |
| Rap is lackluster, never memorize your patterns |
| Snooping neighbors, overdue favors |
| But if I’m on the clock, then there’s food on the table |
| My mood is unstable, sampling Dave Brubeck |
| Dance like I’m crippled with palsy, I can’t two-step |
| Cripller crossface, true story — |
| I sold Chris Benoit groceries in 1999 |
| Before I ever sold a record, before he snapped & went gory |
| Met my idol as a teen, the Wolverine said go for mine |
| Bumped my head a few times |
| Suffered two concussions |
| But cracked $ 80 Thou on the strength of my percussion |
| Last year, JP Midas Touch, Golden Ear |
| Old enough to know better, young enough to see it clear |
| (REPEAT HOOK) |
| VERSE 3 — Roc Marciano |
| Ghost guns from the Philippines |
| These white b*****s is feeling me like Ryan Philippe |
| Whip a blow-up in the kitchen, this s*** is chemistry |
| It’s risky business, we did wickedry with the chicken feet |
| Switching V’s, $ 50 G’s is chicken feed |
| We in a different league, I cop my ice from Tiffany’s |
| Drive-by's in the Lotus, the 6-speed |
| The 5th will bend your knees like Christopher Reeves |
| Getting the breeze is just routine |
| My shoes from the boutique |
| They cool as Kool G, they run a cool G |
| Just copped a new blue SUV |
| We don’t lose sleep |
| Was a jewel thief |
| I popped the tooly at your booty meat |
| Play your position, I’m playing mines |
| I’m playing God, you could never take the baton |
| My young shooter Juan he from San Juan |
| Said Duece was on the arm |
| After he blammed your car, he died his hair blonde |
| BRIDGE — Innocent? |
| What do you do when your back is against the wall |
| And you’re down so deep, no reception to make a call |
| All you got is a couple of bags of raw |
| Brown liquor, one mic & a button that says record |
| Second hand got me high as my first toke |
| Don’t even think Travis Scott come equipped with the antidote |
| Dungeon of rap, these chains will never be broke |
| All because of C-Notes inside manila envelopes |