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Manuscript (Explicit) - Rockie Fresh
Lyrics by：Donald Pullen/Yoshi N-Goma/Mike Daley/Walter Mitchell Owns, III
You got another Backwood
That s**t good
N***as through all this complainin' and b***hin'
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***as gotta salute me
And I say shoutout to Shan I gotta commemorate
Shoutout to Jackie I gotta commemorate
Funny how n***as want me to disintegrate
But I cross over and penetrate
Crazy I innovate s**t that they imitate
N***as don't wanna see me again give 'em the news like CNN
Life that we livin' is not pretend
We gotta get it this s**t for real
Put in the work now we showin' skills
N***as wanna send shots I'm a man of steel
N***as want me to win I windmill
That means a n***a 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 s**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***as send shots we converse with the weapons
N***as won't talk we put on the pressure
N***as want beef put 'em on stretchers
Yeah
We tryna keep this s**t chill n***as be talkin' not keepin' it real
Middle fingers up it's f**k 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***hes be mad I got no time to cuddle
I stay on my bag I stay outta trouble
So f**k 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***a 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***as lyin' say I'm sellin' s**t
Oh that's right you Fresh n***a you know that n***a ain't sellin' s**t
I keep it corporate with deals I need a crib in the hills
My b***hes 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
