Manifest (828)

[Intro]
Nigga play during th eday then he dead the same night
Nigga left me by myself when shit went left and that aint right
I see envy plain sight, wish I can give this fame back
See now I can like this comment, but you cant get your brain back
(Kingyyume)
[Chorus]
I said, 'Lil one, what you doing?', he said, 'Getting my aim right'
Now you worried about who Im screwing, them groupie bitches aint my type
Ayy, she gon slide when its time to slide and thats the shit I like
Manifest this shit like 828, bitch , I was on the same flight
Okay, now this one for my niggas, the ones that I cant bring back
Alright now two timеs for them killers in missions, praying they makе it back
This a letter to the real ones cause I aint have the time to write
A letter to the ghetto children, ayy lil one you gon be alright
[Verse 1]
Okay, but **** it, pocket full of chips, I just left game night
I been double cupping even though it aint no good, it keep my brain right
I been getting buckets like Im King James, shoot like Dame, tryna get my rings right
Told her, 'Give me head first' then later I might get her name right
Might go insane, still tryna heal from pain, thats every day and night
With me you only get one strike and boy, you better play it right
Its very rare I play with twice, third times the charm but I aint nice
****ed around and out my heart on ice, wouldnt buy it back no matter the price
But matter of fact three hunnid book bags to the hood lets talk about that, lets talk about facts
Im the one that you niggas wanna rap
The smallest one in the trap, I aint see none of you niggas there
In this bitch with Dooda and Quelo, first ones in last ones out
[Chorus]
I said, 'Lil one, what you doing?', he said, 'Getting my aim right'
Now you worried about who Im screwing, them groupie bitches aint my type
Ayy, she gon slide when its time to slide and thats the shit I like
Manifest this shit like 828, bitch, I was on the same flight
Okay, now this one for my niggas, the ones that I cant bring back
Alright now two times for them killers in missions, praying they make it back
This a letter to the real ones cause I aint have the time to write
A letter to the ghetto children, ayy lil one you gon be alright
[Verse 2]
Now boy you tripping, talking to them pillows, knowing that aint right
Like these bitches aint the reason half of these niggas losing they life
He aint hit, swing back you bet, now miss aim right
Tryna roll a six same dice, make it quick, I got a flight
Thirty for the Izzy price, now bitch you know that come with ice
Any fee involving me now bitch you know that come with tax
Brand new with a on it and you know it came with light
223, nah, for real, probably got more Jordans than Mike
Probably got more hits than Ike, big knots on me, G lock on me, I did not come here to fight
She wanna **** on me then fuss with me, I hate it but I like it
Let him get through they day, we gon be smoking him tonight
Look he just post, Im finna like it
[Chorus]
I said, 'Lil one, what you doing?', he said, 'Getting my aim right'
Now you worried about who Im screwing, them groupie bitches aint my type
Ayy, she gon slide when its time to slide and thats the shit I like
Manifest this shit like 828, bitch, I was on the same flight
Okay, now this one for my niggas, the ones that I cant bring back
Alright now two times for them killers in missions, praying they make it back
This a letter to the real ones cause I aint have the time to write
A letter to the ghetto children, ayy lil one you gon be alright