Manifested

Hey, we known for popping Glocks out
 Police used to raid us at my Ma house
 Brought this shit to life doing everything used to talk 'bout
 I mean it, wish my dead homies was here to see this
 'Cause on Jesus, I manifested everything I was dreaming
 We been balling, I got hoopers who down to shoot when I call 'em
 Fuck the suckers, still ain't did shit when what's-his-name
 Walked up on 'em
 Life a deck of cards, you never know what you drawing
 Tell my peoples that I love 'em, tomorrow is never promised
 Pistol in my drawers, got it sitting by where my cock is
 We gon' win up top, ain't no window shots, we gon' walk it
 Don't label me a rapper, a gangster, call me an artist
 All them L's I ever took, call 'em lessons, don't call 'em losses
 Mama, I'm a thug
 I fell in love with taking drugs
 Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud?
 Can you teach me how to love?
 'Cause I lost my heart inside the slumps
 I replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh
 Ain't no one-on-ones
 Mama, I'm a gangster, I'm a thug
 I don't count favors, it's out of love
 So don't ever count at all
 And I lost my heart inside the slumps
 I replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh
 I don't like the red lights
 We gon' run him over if I got to
 We spot you then we gon' send you shots like what a ball do
 Achoo, pistol get to sneezing like it got flus
 And please, don't use me just because I said I got you
 Congratulations all I ever hear, they think I made it
 Where was you when it was raining?
 We was breaking into basements
 If it's money on the floor, oh, you know I'm finna take it
 I can't trust a soul, people easily manipulate it
 Mama, I know that everything you ain't wanted
 You came knocking, now my label send me checks, direct deposits
 You can break somebody defense, so I'm moving like it's offense
 Fell in love with the streets, relationship hella toxic
 Mama, I'm a thug
 I fell in love with taking drugs
 Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud?
 Can you teach me how to love?
 'Cause I lost my heart inside the slums
 I replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh
 Ain't no one-on-ones
 Mama, I'm a gangster, I'm a thug
 I don't count favors, it's out of love
 So don't ever count at all
 And I lost my heart inside the slums
 I replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh