Prolific (feat. Young Casa & J A L A N I)

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Manasseh SIR

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It's a late night, this our last call I'm trying to look Out, let us pray for y'all
Let us pray for y'all, yeah And I'm trying to be sane, Not the type to
Complain Figure a path through the storm, crashing Waves
Typhoons twist our pain, out the mix Misconstructed, a void attracting fates

I manifest change, ain't the type to complain, I give a Hand to y'all
I picked a brother up when he was fouled Shout out To the gang for holding down our
Distant crowds Not that I just been crowned by Clowns
I only want the real, so I'm cautious who I am Around

They said Von was tripping before they had put him Down
Shout out to the fam, I know it hurt to put him down
Yeah, they did me wrong, I ain't expect it As some Youngins as all along, we felt neglected
Shawty asked if I got pain, I said I plead the fifth

And lil' shawty treat me special, she know I'm a gift
I been on a mission, chasing checks and killing time
Told lil bro, we finna make it soon, man, it's our Prime
And if I told you I was perfect, swear to God, I must Be lying

Fighting demons on the daily, fighting ain't always No crime, man
Trapped and he can't change it Know he a genius, he Just can't claim it
And left with no platforms to explain it He Frustrated, so he get faded
But deep down inside, he know he can't fade it

Being this high, lower my expectations I never kill The vibe, yeah, I level with
The patients Cause I get caught in Matrix, Smith Aimed at
My head by the aging My script improved, being Fake, that ain't
What I'm about All I gotta stand on is what I do for Me

So ain't gon' sweat bout those that ain't never do for Me
So before you start talking smack
And I ain't sweating who ain't do for me Shawty Wasn't with me in my past, but now
She used to me Put me up on game, on getting Money, that's

The juice to me Told them if they stab me in my Back, I swear
They losing me, no cap, uh We gon' keep on running Laps, we gon' always
Keep the real stuff in the music, can't relax And I Ain't talking on the beat just to be
Talking, this is facts Man, I got up out my head and Start to get

Up in some racks, that's on my momma
Sometimes I get angry when writing, but I write it Off
With a pen deciding, if a ride round the block is A Worth time and all
Rethink my stance in life, it's not black and white

Good equates to prayers and cries, but they call you A demon
If you get back, give in to your sleepless nights
You can't think flat, sinful thoughts on my mind
Would God forgive me if I speak back, it's  Disobedient, pure insolence

But the kid in me wants life to be a censorship A Visionist signing off to your brothers and
Sisters Yo, it's been a long run, and to make it Through
Hell You run, like being chased by a gun, the toxins
Dispel Made our timeless and fun, made you nimble

And frail I wonder what would you do, if you was Called
To be done I'll give a prayer to you, and the ones That
You loved I'm a beacon for you, to the most high Above

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