letra de manifest (freestyle) - ray checks
yeah, they heard what i wanted to do, they said that i’m tweakin’
gave me every reason to go back to sleepin’
gave me every reason so i could stop believin’
here’s a f-ck you then i’m blasting graduation
promised the world to my mom so i had to go ham
going super saiyan in this b-tch like i’m gohan
i don’t wanna live my 40s with the ‘oh godd-mn’
rather be in rotterdam with an exotic thing
yeah, they don’t understand
this a lifestyle that they can’t comprehend
sippin’ that martini, tryna get a sun tan
skippin’ all the calls cause i know thеy be tapped
after that, i’m into the next thing
i’m the stu, cooking up or shopping valentino bags
moving like valentino on the speedway
no pit stops, party only on the birthdays
aye, i’m tryna be what tony couldn’t be
i’m tryna reach steeps that’s hard on they memory
if i have a son, he gon never see what i seen
everything he’s gon get, everything was foreseen
yeah, but you knew that already
started feeling myself, i knew that i was ready
i just needed some help and n0body showed up
well, don’t come around now, i just found a better route
making mozzarella then i just extend it out
plus i got the cheddar for my boys from the come up now
to all the others in my business, ciao
life’s never been this cinematic before
i let god take control, now i’m cruising along
it was at 16 when i wrote me an oath
i’m gonna make it happen or i’m buying a rope
it ain’t never took shape but i got some hope
they wanna have my stakes, you can have all the smoke
i would die for this sh-t, word to my bro
i would die for this sh-t, i’m taking over the globe
yeah
lamborghini dreams, audemars receipts
wanna spend a milli, all in a single week
had to man up cause this sh-t ain’t for the weak
going bad on em call me mr. milly meek
wanna run out of pages in my passport
i’m shootin’ all the shots, even from the halfcourt
i see them praying hoping that i would fall short
but i touch home base like a field sport
i’m smart so i always keep an ace up my sleeve
only one i compete with is a past me
the day i die is when i work for a salary
gotta get it tatted for the mentality
charcuteries, galleries, the crib is loaded
eating up the calories got me f-ckin’ bloated
full-time bartenders, don’t make me go there
it was all puddles now i see the f-ckin’…
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