| Niggas through all this complainin' and bitchin'
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| Rockie ain’t playin' the victim, I need a brand new whip
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| Back on the road, I’m takin' a trip
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| Jesse White Tumblers, I’m makin' it flip (Yeah)
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| I gotta stick to my script (Yeah)
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| I am not one of the goofies, y’all niggas gotta salute me
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| And I say shoutout to Shan, I gotta commemorate
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| Shoutout to Jackie, I gotta commemorate
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| Funny how niggas want me to disintegrate
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| But I cross over and penetrate
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| Crazy I innovate, shit that they imitate
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| Niggas don’t wanna see me again, give 'em the news like CNN
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| Life that we livin' is not pretend
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| We gotta get it, this shit for real
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| Put in the work, now we showin' skills
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| Niggas wanna send shots, I’m a man of steel
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| Niggas want me to win, I windmill
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| That means a nigga gon' really spin
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| I get that money and pay my friends
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| If you wan' get a Benz, and a bigger crib, this the manuscript, let’s get it
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| Hot as Sahara, hot as the desert (Yeah)
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| This shit that I’m living is really a blessing (Yeah)
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| I promise the Devil be trying to test me (Yeah)
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| Back in the class, I’m teaching 'em lessons
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| Niggas send shots, we converse with the weapons
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| Niggas won’t talk, we put on the pressure
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| Niggas want beef, put 'em on stretchers (Yeah)
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| We tryna keep this shit chill, niggas be talkin' not keepin' it real
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| Middle fingers up, it’s fuck how they feel
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| They playin' the horns, we back in the building
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| They playin' the horns, we back in the building
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| My people hungry, I got 'em a meal
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| Wine 'em and dine 'em, then pick up a bill (Yeah, yeah)
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| Ayy, funny how they wanna see us struggle
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| They don’t know struggle created the hustle
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| Bitches be mad I got no time to cuddle
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| I stay on my bag, I stay outta trouble
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| So fuck with a winner now, I move with a different style
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| I ship 'em then get 'em out, I’m back on a different route
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| Got so much money it’s harder to keep the count
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| I remember sittin' on my Mama couch, I was really out here tryna blow an ounce
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| Nigga tryna move his life along, couldn’t understand my life at home
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| So I had to get it on the road, got money never sold my soul
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| I can tell that she down to vote, the way that she been runnin' to my pole
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| Pushin' buttons like it’s a remote, I got everything in control
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| And my lane just like I bowl, knockin' down every single pin
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| I shoot this movie with a different lens, cut some scenes with a couple friends
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| I’m just tryna get presidents, niggas lyin' say I’m sellin' shit
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| Oh that’s right, you Fresh, nigga, you know that nigga ain’t sellin' shit
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| I keep it corporate with deals, I need a crib in the hills
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| My bitches pull up with flowers, then they get work for hours
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| I put in work for days, that’s why they be peepin' my place
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| Shawty gettin' on her knees, you would think it’s time to pray |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Manuscript , by - Rockie Fresh. Song from the album Destination, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп