Lyrics:
Manifest Manifest Manifest Manifest
Manifest oh man I'm blessed
Manifest oh man I'm blessed
Manifest woman I'm blessed
Manifest woman I'm blessed
You
so grateful for life after suffering
I'm so grateful for the man I'm becoming
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Imposter syndrome
I'm the one
So outdone
By the present that
though can I still be your boy
If anything you need to put me on the team homie
If I can't be your man though can I still be your boy
I've never envied no
stuck by His side, yeah they followed Him around
Man these boys turned the whole world upside-down!
Peter, James, John, Matthew
Thaddeus, Judas,
the block is hot
Like a bottle of Coke, yeah, I need that top
Making plays like John Madden
Flies a copy like Atlanta
Malcolm X by any means
Infrared, yeah,
to take a stand
What this world needs is a little more respect
For the Lord and the law and the workin' man
We could use a little peace and satisfaction
Big man feeling like Big man
Lil white boy from the mud out the pig pen
Kicking that shit time ticking like Big Ben
Racing myself, only competition I
lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like,
Short days, long nights,
By the phone, no call,
Need a clear mind 'cause I been blind,got me
of control) {"Ohh!"}
I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim
Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin
You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth
I'm
a boat
In a river by the pharaoh's daughter
Must have been a black man
She raised him as her own son
How a black woman pass off a
White child as her own
waitin',
And I can't get there.
God only knows that I wracked my brain
To try and find a way
To reach that woman
In old Mexico.
And I met a kind man
waitin',
And I can't get there.
God only knows that I wracked my brain
To try and find a way
To reach that woman
In old Mexico.
And I met a kind man
broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up,
Descending to the sand
His biggest enemy being man
Have you ever seen the freedom on the wing
"Where do we go from here?" And I asked my woman
"Where do
Descending to the sand
His biggest enemy being man
Have you ever seen the freedom on the wing
"Where do we go from here?" And I asked my woman
"Where do
I take a woman shopping in a store quick
Her ass big, she just trying to make a four fit
Yeah, they need to issue out a recall
I'm going up
need all that-all that
Dough homie fall back, Homie never show that
Funny money Borat, leave him like my door mat
Flat on the ground, move tracks by
Imma start you off fresh like the first quarter
Got a problem, imma end it like the fourth quarter
Man the judge fuck around and give me
Papa John's
Jamming it up get up get bumping
Living a day again once more
Hoping the day is never ending man we blessed from shore to shore
Whatever got
John McCain
But when I watched him on TV
I don't really feel him
No connection, man, I don't even feel him
I sometimes, man I can't even hear him
And I
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
make
To her sexually
Has been vetted and approved of
By the Woman's Commissary
Still the plans get hatched
And the plots the thicken
See everybody's
shit goin', boy
I appreciate you puttin' that bread on a nigga books too
Nigga gon' eat good, you heard me
Yeah, heard, man
By any means
Dumb love, nigga
Delicious
Get yo' lazy ass up, call my man John
Go get yourself a Pupusa, go get yourself a Pupusa
Talkin' pickled cabbage, I eat it like a savage
Munch
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