Vintage Sweatshirt

Manna run my race till my goddamn legs hurt

I was out in the field with a puffer relaxed jeans and a vintage sweatshirt

True say mans new to the game but my sound come carved and polished like an expert

Manna slap hella bars in your face don't tun up the place and nobody gets hurt

Way too edgy know I'm far from basic

Shots out the cap of the wray and nephs best know that a man don't chase it

Manna get that dough tun it to bread then I stack that ish and I save it

She says I'm a bit to aloof but know its the truth that she can't not crave it

Make man hold smoke like a vape stick

Name holds no weight like a fake fit

I call them genuine fakes cos they claim that their real but they fake it to make it