MBNel
Manifested
[Verse 1]
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 suckas, 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 Ls I ever took, call 'em lessons, don't call 'em losses

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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 Chase direct deposits
You can break somebody defense, so I'm moving like it's offence
Fell in love with the streets, relationship hella toxic

[Chorus]
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