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and cold
From havin' the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin' Benz
I'm still tryin' to hold on to my survivin' friends
And it's crazy,
Young global leaders are bitches Trudeau is over rated
I can murder death kill anything else is not my job
You can bob on a knob like George Soros
people signing a book (don't play no games)
This thug life shit
Is running through me veins
I'll bleed for my niggas
Just to give 'em some game
From
the change
And take the blame, erase the shame
Cause new millennium is knockin at your door
The New World Order's what they got in store
[Grand
love and
I'll never trade thatso for the Bay
And Philly and all those areas and all those
Ghettos and townsi love y'all
Don't let this east coast west
is my ghetto symphony
Shout out to my fam and my homies, we making history
Never had a degree, but the streets made me a sicker breed
Every day
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Manifest Lyrics
Intro
chhh
chhhhh ahhhhhhh
Mmmmm mmmm
Chorus
Them say that we never make it out in ah ghetto life is crazy man
So every time me
S3 omo y3 sickler
Ghetto boys crying to the government
Nso y3n ti wonka
My life is a test I didn't study for
Behind the gory scars was beautiful wars
Just might save your life one day
But now that I’m older and the world is gettin’ colder
I just don’t know what to day
So until the day we make all
of the left lies they're leeches and vampires
Can't easily stand by while hearing these blaring sirens
The jab has the land dying the scene is terrifying
To go
Got me sick of trying to be an upstanding citizen
Maybe if George Floyd was up standing but then again
Dirty little world inside that needs to come out
the syringe still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up
the world or around your way
We just tell a story, tell a story
This is starting to get old
Got me feelin' like a whales in fish bowl
When the city
Firing Squad nigga, Firing Squad
'First Family', top notch nigga, BD
I used to have so much confidence in myself
But now my game is changed and my
swear it's not me
I blame my father for running out when I was three
Born in the ghetto, I'm a product of society
I blame my eighth grade teacher for
just as much as a life behind 1
As a child you see the world as being a
Playground going round kids in
the hood Everything is all good
It's understood
the world give no fucks and no reaction/
Why they think my mind is absent when they see me jumpin' back in/
This isn't back then, matter fact a different man
put dope on boats and planes and did deals with the enemy
That's us, some say in God we fuckin trust
The slavery's fuckin over but the world is
good
We are the ghetto Blasphemer
And this is what you should fucking fear
Corruption of all you hold dear
In a world where nothing is as it appears
of the ghetto feel they losing ground.
Vato's goin' loco because everyone's brought down.
This is a visit then we dead fade to dust strickin'.
I'm wearing my
the frame
Coming through like a train
Looking to take over the world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control
You can't get none of this
We're
of punch crunch time,
Blowin' like landmines,
Brainless bodies droppin' in no particular order,
Prepare for slaughter ammunition is gettin' shorter,
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