XanaxFanClub - MANIFESTO lyrics

You know how the plot goes Started with some talk of stroke Made her hit the proper pose She later hit some oprea notes X2 My b**h left me That was a bummer We didn't see eye to eye Like Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder I get elated when you hate it So do talk about I'm feeling jaded But I'm faded so it evens out I'm Will Smith asking Jada for the mouth Playing Pill Cosby throw some quaaludes in your spouse I got a few b**hes but they don't come to the shows I'm tryna get some more but you know how that goes I'm tired of getting curved by these fatties and these hoes They serving up my n***as but I'm getting all the no's And if I gave a f**, then I would suppose That I would throw some bows Like I was guarding Arrow's toe I got the law imposed Tumor in my head about to get my f**ing jaw exposed Hopefully still rapping after, probably will say vamanos Come back in a year because the rap game still comatose Rap game still comatose Come back with some better hits Still rap about some stupid sh** Like how I miss my ex, f** Yeah that was some stupid sh** Now we getting stupid lit We dont need no Uber b**h You looking a little b**h So we gonna have to run your pockets The jig rising like my feature price I take a swig, and tell some some lies Like I be reaching right? CNN caused leeching like “Damn, who's your camera man?" We laughing at these poor kids Now he gonna have to charge you triple Get up off my phone but now she feeling me up And now I'm feeling like Macgyver how I'm making sh** up Already sh**ting on these n***as all I need is one cup Already got two s*uts who do anything for a buck And speaking of bucks I got the shotty in the back seat Track meet, and you know I run it like them athletes Run it on a punnet square n***a, Justin Gatlin Might off myself like my name was Jett Jackson I'm relaxing, maxing all cool You n***as think you running sh** but they outside of the pool Outside of the pool, and I'm inside of the Benz And I'm inside of your....f** it You know how the plot goes Started with some talk of stroke Made her hit the proper pose She later hit some oprea notes X2 Back for another one Spitting crack, might bag it sell it to your son I should be Mexican, cuz I'm the f**ing Juan She asked me to eat the p**y, I'm like “Nah b**h it's Ramadan” I stand out, and I don't ask for handouts The vision panned out, stealing all your mans clout And I don't gotta wear no f**ing makeup either I'm spitting ether, need a feature? No? just delete ya She addicted to the diction and the dick too sh**zu, dogging all you pussies like I'm meant to Sipping elixir, badder than Michael Jackson playing on the 76ers