Prolific (feat. Young Casa & J A L A N I)
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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Written by: Aaron House, Ephraim Carpenter, Jalani Ligons
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