Manuscript

You got another Backwood? (That sh*t good)

N*ggas through all this complainin' and b*tchin'

Rockie ain't playin' the victim, I need a brand new whip

Back on the road, I'm takin' a trip

Jesse White Tumblers, I'm makin' it flip (Yeah)

I gotta stick to my script (Yeah)

I am not one of the goofies, y'all n*ggas gotta salute me

And I say shoutout to Shan, I gotta commemorate

Shoutout to Jackie, I gotta commemorate

Funny how n*ggas want me to disintegrate

But I cross over and penetrate

Crazy I innovate, sh*t that they imitate

N*ggas don't wanna see me again

Give 'em the news like CNN

Life that we livin' is not pretend

We gotta get it, this shit for real

Put in the work, now we showin' skills

N*ggas wanna send shots, I'm a man of steel

N*ggas want me to win, I windmill

That means a n*gga gon' really spin

I get that money and pay my friends

If you wan' get a Benz, and a bigger crib

This the manuscript, let's get it

Hot as Sahara, hot as the desert (Yeah)

This sh*t that I'm living is really a blessing (Yeah)

I promise the Devil be trying to test me (Yeah)

Back in the class, I'm teaching 'em lessons

N*ggas send shots, we converse with the weapons

N*ggas won't talk, we put on the pressure

N*ggas want beef, put 'em on stretchers (Yeah)

We tryna keep this sh*t chill

N*ggas be talkin' not keepin' it real

Middle fingers up, it's f*ck how they feel

They playin' the horns, we back in the building

They playin' the horns, we back in the building

My people hungry, I got 'em a meal

Wine 'em and dine 'em, then pick up a bill (Yeah, yeah)

Ayy, funny how they wanna see us struggle

They don't know struggle created the hustle

B*tches be mad I got no time to cuddle

I stay on my bag, I stay outta trouble

So f*ck with a winner now, I move with a different style

I ship 'em then get 'em out, I'm back on a different route

Got so much money it's harder to keep the count

I remember sittin' on my Mama couch

I was really out here tryna blow an ounce

N*gga tryna move his life along

Couldn't understand my life at home

So I had to get it on the road

Got money never sold my soul

I can tell that she down to vote

The way that she been runnin' to my pole

Pushin' buttons like it's a remote

I got everything in control

And my lane just like I bowl

Knockin' down every single pin

I shoot this movie with a different lens

Cut some scenes with a couple friends

I'm just tryna get presidents

N*ggas lyin' say I'm sellin' sh*t

Oh that's right, you Fresh, n*gga

You know that nigga ain't sellin' sh*t

I keep it corporate with deals

I need a crib in the hills

My b*tches pull up with flowers

Then they get work for hours

I put in work for days

That's why they be peepin' my place

Shawty gettin' on her knees

You would think it's time to pray