Manslaughter

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Terius Youngdell Nash (born September 21, 1977), better known by his stage name The-Dream, is an American singer-songwriter and record producer. He is known for co-writing chart topping hits such as "Baby" for Justin Bieber, "Umbrella" for Rihanna and "Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)" for Beyoncé, as well as for his three solo albums, Love Hate, Love vs. Money, and Love King. more »

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So how can I be anything I wanna be
If I die in my dreams?

Uh
Heard you talkin' 'bout my name

It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines (RIP to the legend Smoke, uh)
It's gon' be a manslaughter (biggest) 
Or homicide (may your name live forever, baby)
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines (I felt you, yes)

So many problems I can kill with just a text
Not many barbers put a razor to my neck
So many fathers raised us heartless in the 'jects
So when it come to opps, murder I expect
Pop Smoke gunshot, focused on one spot
White glove, dice game, Wilt Chamberlain on the block
The Rain Man, my stocks is one to watch
Carry a casket or nigga carry some shots
Bumboclaat niggas in drop tops
I deserve to shine, labels turn to shrines
Still keepin' it real, every word and line
Can I freeze the watch? You niggas burnin' time

It's gon' be a manslaughter (biggest) 
Or homicide (R.I.P. to the real)
If you fuckin' with me (may your name live forever, you hear me?) 
Or one of mines (Lord)
It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide (huh)
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines

Four-door, hitters in the back
Big body and it's tinted black
Politickin', we ain't into that
Smokin' opps 'til the clip end
Forty carats on my wrist, damn
Me and Dread into liftin'
Me and Dread into liftin'
Four-door, hitters in the back
Big body and it's tinted black
Politickin', we ain't into that
Smokin' opps 'til the clip end
Forty carats on my wrist, damn
Me and Dread into liftin'
Me and Dread into liftin'

It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines
It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide
If you fuckin' with me or one of mines

To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid
To my children, make sure your bed get made
And to my girl, I'm missin' you these days
I'm missin' you these days (girl, I'm missin' you these days)
To my niggas, make sure your debts is paid
To my children, make sure your bed get made
And to my girl, I'm missin' you these days
I'm missin' you these days
Funny how the worst shit, happens to the best of them
Ooh, na-na, na, na-na-na
Crazy how the best shit happen to the rest of them
Ooh, na-na, na, na-na-na
So how can I be anything (how can I be anything)
I wanna be (I just wanna be, baby)
If I die (I just wanna be free)
In my dreams? (Oh, oh, oh-woah, ooh-woah)

Hey
Just wanna fly free
I just want to be me
I just want to live out all my dreams
Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah
Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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