Manifest
The harder that I work
The luckier I get
The luckier I get, the less that I give two shits about
What you think of me or opinions on how I'm living
Holiday flow, give thanks but that's a given
How the hell he keep hittin'
All these targets with so much f*ckin' precision
Passport in hand, next spot I'm hittin' is Lisbon
You coulda came too but things went a bit different than planned
I don't do sad stories
This is my allegory
Wisdom that I'm spittin' truly has no category
You want more for me or you want more from me
F*ck a trophy, want the glory
They my sons, call Maury
In a hurry, now they scurry
Yeah
And these niggas don't play fair
Like a scenic overlook, they can't help but stop and stare
S.O.L. every time I come to show and tell
I count money so much better than I can spell
Stuck to the fundamentals, I keep it simple
My body's my temple so I tend to my mentals
It's a shame you so stuck in your ways
You busy burnin' bridges when you should be burnin' sage
The game has been played
Sun shinin' on me, now they wanna throw shade
At peace with every single decision that I have made
DIY'd my life, now the kid is self-made
Boy you gotta be brave
I'm gassed up
Like 87, 89, 93
Born in '92, I'm the 92 minus 93
Top one, top gun, never run
Said it once, said it twice
Bruv, I'm the chosen one
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Manifest
The harder that I work
The luckier I get
The luckier I get, the less that I give two shits about
What you think of me or opinions on how I'm living
Holiday flow, give thanks but that's a given
How the hell he keep hittin'
All these targets with so much f*ckin' precision
Passport in hand, next spot I'm hittin' is Lisbon
You coulda came too but things went a bit different than planned
I don't do sad stories
This is my allegory
Wisdom that I'm spittin' truly has no category
You want more for me or you want more from me
F*ck a trophy, want the glory
They my sons, call Maury
In a hurry, now they scurry
Yeah
And these niggas don't play fair
Like a scenic overlook, they can't help but stop and stare
S.O.L. every time I come to show and tell
I count money so much better than I can spell
Stuck to the fundamentals, I keep it simple
My body's my temple so I tend to my mentals
It's a shame you so stuck in your ways
You busy burnin' bridges when you should be burnin' sage
The game has been played
Sun shinin' on me, now they wanna throw shade
At peace with every single decision that I have made
DIY'd my life, now the kid is self-made
Boy you gotta be brave
I'm gassed up
Like 87, 89, 93
Born in '92, I'm the 92 minus 93
Top one, top gun, never run
Said it once, said it twice
Bruv, I'm the chosen one
The harder that I work
The luckier I get
The luckier I get, the less that I give two shits about
What you think of me or opinions on how I'm living
Holiday flow, give thanks but that's a given
How the hell he keep hittin'
All these targets with so much f*ckin' precision
Passport in hand, next spot I'm hittin' is Lisbon
You coulda came too but things went a bit different than planned
I don't do sad stories
This is my allegory
Wisdom that I'm spittin' truly has no category
You want more for me or you want more from me
F*ck a trophy, want the glory
They my sons, call Maury
In a hurry, now they scurry
Yeah
And these niggas don't play fair
Like a scenic overlook, they can't help but stop and stare
S.O.L. every time I come to show and tell
I count money so much better than I can spell
Stuck to the fundamentals, I keep it simple
My body's my temple so I tend to my mentals
It's a shame you so stuck in your ways
You busy burnin' bridges when you should be burnin' sage
The game has been played
Sun shinin' on me, now they wanna throw shade
At peace with every single decision that I have made
DIY'd my life, now the kid is self-made
Boy you gotta be brave
I'm gassed up
Like 87, 89, 93
Born in '92, I'm the 92 minus 93
Top one, top gun, never run
Said it once, said it twice
Bruv, I'm the chosen one
Writer: Keenan Harrell
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