Manifestations Lyrics

Aye

And I ain't lying when I say that I work hard to be the best

And I ain't lying when I say that I work hard to be the best

He don't care 'bout what he's saying He's just trying to get a check

I do this shit for my mom

Swear I got to pay her back

I'm trying to take her out to eat

Not to no damn food for less

I don't care if I lose one 'cause I got options

Hope the music works out 'cause I ain't stopping

I know them hoes going to come in When I start popping

But I have to stay focused

I ain't flopping

My Mama got me a job she thinks I'mma be a bum

She don't know I'm "Mr. Top Tier"

Man I'm number one

And she keeps it locked up

Cause she don't trust me with a gun

I'm tired of working at this place

Man this shit ain't no fun

Had to cut some people off

Cause they were holding me back

Do you think I give a damn if you don't like my raps?

I'm trying to pull up in a 'Benz

I don't want a 'Cadillac

And I'm not trying to show it off

But that's just where my head at

Say you want to do a feat, well nigga where your bread at?

I don't got no damn ego

Don't know why you said that

I'm trying to feed all my peoples you just want to get fed

I was laying on my ass overthinking in my bed

Watching everybody blow I wonder when it's my time?

I can't trust nothing you say

Cause I know your going to lie

See the world through my eyes

I know your going to cry

You can do everything right, but your still the bad guy

And this life stuff gets hard

I feel like it's a test

My Mama put us in the burbs

She ain't want us in the west

She worked hard for this shit I cant wait to pay her back

I'mma make it so she never has to work to get a rack

Aye, aye

My teacher doubted me he told me I'm too young to get a car

Aye

I told him give me two years and I bet I make it far

Aye

I told him give me two years and I bet I make it far

And I bet I make it far

Aye, aye

And I ain't lying when I say that I work hard to be the best

And I ain't lying when I say that I work hard to be the best

He don't care 'bout what he's saying he's just trying to get a check

I do this shit for my mom swear I got to pay her back

I'm trying to take her out to eat not to no damn food for less

I don't care if I lose one

Cause I got options

Hope the music works out

Cause I ain't stopping

I know them hoes going to come

When I start popping

But I have to stay focused

I ain't flopping

My Mama got me a job

She thinks I'mma be a bum

She don't know I'm "Mr. Top Tier"

Man I'm number one

And she keeps it locked up

Cause she don't trust me with a gun

I'm tired of working at this place Man this shit ain't no fun

Had to cut some people off

Cause they were holding me back

Do you think I give a damn if you don't like my raps?

I'm trying to pull up in a 'Benz

I don't want no 'Cadillac

And I'm not trying to show it off

But that's just where my head at

Say you want to do a feat well nigga where your bread at?

I don't got no damn ego

Don't know why you said that

I'm trying to feed all my peoples

You just want to get fed

I was laying on my ass overthinking in my bed