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  • Fashawn – Manna (Moses)

    [Intro]
    I’m still trying to see what my victory [?] sound like
    You know what I’m sayin?
    I’m workin on it
    Uh, uh huh, I birthed you niggas
    You keep acting up I’ma earth you niggas
    Uh huh, uh

    [Verse 1]
    Similar to Moses
    I would give you niggas Manna
    This that Grizzly City grammar
    This a brick inside a Phantom
    Fuck around, Instagram it
    I could never ditch the camera
    You can find me in the gutter
    Ditch me with the glitz & glamour
    Hammer, on my hip, Cal
    Let a grip, Blaow!
    Now you hit
    Hear that, loud in the spliff
    Crowd know its piff
    Leave you sittin with the clouds
    Body found by a ditch
    All I need is a few pounds and a mound
    I can pitch
    Got a diva, got divas
    Chocolate brown and she thick
    Went to town with her lips
    Southbound on a dick
    Round-trip
    Leave a California cloud then I dip
    On a prowl for the chips
    Got the crown in my grip
    Leave you grounded and pissed
    Shootin’ rounds til it click
    Hold it, down til
    Every grizzly, ’round me is rich
    Go head, these yo head
    Put underground I insist
    Shoot a rapper out his [?]
    Give his gown to my bitch
    The [?]

    [Hook]
    Breathe, kill, murder, survive
    Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
    Breathe, kill, murder, survive
    Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
    Breathe, kill, murder, survive
    Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
    Breathe, kill, murder, survive
    Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride

    [Verse 2]
    I admit
    I been hibernating
    Public saying ‘Why you waiting?"
    Must be off [?]
    Left me out the conversation
    Trying to go from movin’ grams
    To a Grammy nomination
    I done seen all kinds of hatred
    Since the day of my invasion
    Now it come, smiley faces
    Foes by the congregation
    Clothes from designer
    Made it, safe with the combination
    Club, got the bottles waitin’
    Drugs, done in moderation
    Slugs, for the confrontation
    Homies, hollow cases
    No congratulations, send my condolences
    Yo career is over kid
    Too much baking soda in it
    He noticed
    Ima name brand figure
    Game plan, bigger
    Who iller?
    Bet you couldn’t name that nigga
    Its ‘shawn
    I belong, at the top
    In my palm, got a knot
    Whip it soft, til it rock
    Sell it hard, its my block
    My turf, my body or my hood
    My product everybody know whats good
    Understood, Its ‘Po!

    [Hook]
    Breathe, kill, murder, survive
    Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
    Breathe, kill, murder, survive
    Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
    Breathe, kill, murder, survive
    Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
    Breathe, kill, murder, survive
    Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride