Lyrics:
away by the end of the day
I still have more than y'all I'm bezos
I belong where the stars play
On Madison Square Garden or the Barclays
I could hit
make sure he shake
Murder verse, first forty-eight
Manslaughter, nearly caught a case
I crack heads more than base
Stack bread when I orchestrate, that
My Name
Money
And I'm going where they want me
Flying
outta the country
The brain unlimited
Wit more than one consciousness
God just opened up my
me, I gotchu bro
Let's go, I affirm every bill paid (yes)
That my name travel further than interstates (yes)
That these itty bitty niggas tryna blockade
lookin' so far down
The road we were runnin'
I never saw her goodbye comin'
Nothin' hit's home like
A hometown heartbreak
Nothin's more gone than a
Love
Manic
No more playing games the fun and games are over
Yea Ariiite
Yea
Yea Ariiite
Yea Ariiiite
Yea Yea Yea
The name's Mic.manic I don't care who
do, you
Grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall
Say, "Bitch don't ever disrespect me, never not at all"
These simple words can put a pause
I just do hard beats
Long run? Our year, especially when the art speak
Fly motherfucker steady watching with a long beak
I got more kills than
delusions of Grandeur, she love me, she love me, man, I can't Stand her
We'll love each other by end of this stanza, I need more DMT up in my Fanta
Blood
to nun
But now I’m flexing on that bitch and
Got more money than her son
I love my enemies and pray
For those who persecute
You tried to kill me pussy
More rage than change demands
Mind is convoluted, think the feather and the levitation
And if the attention is not good enough, I'll fill the mentions
I would have been a summa cuma laude
Beyonce told me that she want to cop a blue Bugatti
That shit is more than what I'm worth
I think she knew it
my emotion this feeling been stuck
I ain't been hurt by a killing in months
I put my pain in my verses in blunts
Get off yo ass why you hurt by a slut
just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo
She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo
Modern day MJ with a off the wall
with the goats
Can't tell you how far that I am but I'm close
Verse 2- Get it in where I go cus like (Sam) I (Cassel)
& that's more than a phone we
in the world more proud than little me oh my oh
But even if the folks who made that call never would've called his name
It wouldn't change that spot
Bloods thicker than water
What a price we had to pay
Dear Mr. President
You and your friends you all are crooks
Sellin out the poor man
The soldiers
do nigga
Zone 6 breaking all the rules woah
I was distracted by the pinups on my wall
Stars on my ceiling, tryna’ keep a poker face for all the cards i
and bronzed in a glass jar inside of a hall
With my framed autographed sunglasses
With Elton John's name on my drag wall
I'm out the closet, I've been lyin'
living life in style
Dollar bills piling up, mile by mile (piling up)
The grind to the shine, we're on that pitch
Writing a story, tale of getting rich (my
want them trillions
Yeah we need more than racks, my comrades want them illions
Been proven you ain't ever goin' up
Every time you hit the club, you
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
home. Just a roof and walls
But we all too invested to get too involved
Past a retweet and Google blog
I can't be the only one who wanna do more than
With these hollow tips
Envy me, Yeah you best to be
Cause I'm next in line
You can't next to me
I get a little bothered
By the gum talk
I'm more about
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