Manifest (828) Lyrics by Lil Poppa
N**** play during the day then he dead the same night
N***** left me by myself when shit went left and that ain’t right
I see envy plain sight wish I can give this fame back
See now I can like this comment but you can’t get your brain back
I say lil one what you doing he say getting my aim right
Now you worried about who I’m screwing them groupie bitches ain’t my type
Aye she gone slide when it’s time to slide and that’s the shit I like
Manifest this shit like 828 bitch I was on the same flight
Ok now this one for my n***** the ones that ain’t can’t bring back
Alright now two times for them killers in missions praying they make it back
This a letter to the real ones cause I ain’t have the time to right
A letter to the ghetto children aye lil one you gone be alright
Ok but fuck it pocket full of chips i just left game night
I been double cupping even though it ain’t no good it keep my brain right
I been getting buckets like I’m King James shoot like Dame Trying to get my rings right
Told her give me head first then later I might get her name right
Might go insane still trying to heal from pain that’s everyday and night
With me you only get one strike and boy you better play it right
It’s very rare I play wit twice third time the charm but I ain’t nice
Fucked around and out my heart on ice wouldn’t buy it back no matter the price
But matter of fact three hundred book bags to the hood let’s talk about that let’s talk about facts
I’m the one that made you n***** wanna rap
The smallest one in the trap I ain’t see none of you n***** there
In this bitch with Dooda and Quelo first ones in last ones out
I say lil one what you doing he say getting my aim right
Now you worried about who I’m screwing them groupie bitches ain’t my type
Aye she gone slide when it’s time to slide and that’s the shit I like
Manifest this shit like 828 bitch I was on the same flight
Ok now this one for my n***** the ones that ain’t can’t bring back
Alright now two times for them killers in missions praying they make it back
This a letter to the real ones cause I ain’t have the time to right
A letter to the ghetto children aye lil one you gone be alright
Now boy you tripping talking to them pillows knowing that ain’t right
Like these bitches ain’t the reason half of these n***** losing they life
He ain’t hit swing back you bet now miss aim right
Tryna roll a six same dice make it quick I gotta flight
Thirty for the Izzy piece now bitch you know that come with ice
Any fee involving me now bitch you know that come with tax
Brand new with a on it and you know it came with Light
Two twenty three nah for real probably got more Jordan’s than Mike
Probably got more hits than Ike big knots on me G lock on me I did not come here to fight
She wanna fuck on me then fuss with me I hate it but I like it
Let him get through the day we gone be smoking him tonight
Look he just post I’m finna like it
I say lil one what you doing he say getting my aim right
Now you worried about who I’m screwing them groupie bitches ain’t my type
Aye she gone slide when it’s time to slide and that’s the shit I like
Manifest this shit like 828 bitch I was on the same flight
Ok now this one for my n***** the ones that ain’t can’t bring back
Alright now two times for them killers in missions praying they make it back
This a letter to the real ones cause I ain’t have the time to right
A letter to the ghetto children aye lil one you gone be alright