The Manuel's Man-Hag

There's a hag on every precipice who tryna send me messages

And get inside my head to sike me out from writing wreckages

I'm pessimistic optimist, I find myself the best in this

But furthermore I'm stressing thinking 'bout me being prevalent

That's parachutes and planes, I care bout this lil game

And I'm tryna make it better, so I'll rid it of mundane shit

The basics were lost in translation, they keep up the same shit

And I just can't take it no more

Why he only use the formula that helped that buddy make it

1 flow, no delivery, bitch you ain't on racing

I get it, and I'm never gon' peak bitch face it

Rap definition of that mofucking greatness