Manor im feeling like Boosie this my ghetto story
I ain't pay that diss no mind you ain't that important
Alot of trails and tribulations cuz these f*ck Niggas hatin
Im Bout To Put my glove on call me Gary Payton
Niggas sit up in yo face whole time they hate ya guts
Im tired of the faking enough
I stay on the road like a bus
I stay in the field like a quarterback
You need you some work you can order that
I fly to go get it and bring it back
The trap get to jumpin like jumpin jacks
Light up the block like a fire truck
Who want that smoke you can line em up
I take all my niggas and boss em up
Break down the work just to add it up
These times get hard i had better luck
You aint moving weight you a peddler
You sit on the work like a settler
Im Boom-in that pack on my cellular
ManorTrapItOut - Ghetto Story Lyrics
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Manor im feeling like Boosie this my ghetto story
I ain't pay that diss no mind you ain't that important
Alot of trails and tribulations cuz these f*ck Niggas hatin
Im Bout To Put my glove on call me Gary Payton
Niggas sit up in yo face whole time they hate ya guts
Im tired of the faking enough
I stay on the road like a bus
I stay in the field like a quarterback
You need you some work you can order that
I fly to go get it and bring it back
The trap get to jumpin like jumpin jacks
Light up the block like a fire truck
Who want that smoke you can line em up
I take all my niggas and boss em up
Break down the work just to add it up
These times get hard i had better luck
You aint moving weight you a peddler
You sit on the work like a settler
Im Boom-in that pack on my cellular
I ain't pay that diss no mind you ain't that important
Alot of trails and tribulations cuz these f*ck Niggas hatin
Im Bout To Put my glove on call me Gary Payton
Niggas sit up in yo face whole time they hate ya guts
Im tired of the faking enough
I stay on the road like a bus
I stay in the field like a quarterback
You need you some work you can order that
I fly to go get it and bring it back
The trap get to jumpin like jumpin jacks
Light up the block like a fire truck
Who want that smoke you can line em up
I take all my niggas and boss em up
Break down the work just to add it up
These times get hard i had better luck
You aint moving weight you a peddler
You sit on the work like a settler
Im Boom-in that pack on my cellular
Writer: Travon Poole
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