Manifest

I’m at the godliest phase of life I can’t be corrupted, just in case ima save it twice Been to the depths of darkness in spaces that niggas normally can’t take it A hour back just so I could save my light Church socks when I’m sliding down from the stairwells of heaven I snuck through the front gate just to come in for a second I know that’s trespassing but I swear I’m not a felon Just had a couple of faces to see and ask for a blessing Then I’ll get gone Some things in life don’t sit right but I love when things don’t sit wrong I was born with gifts but what happens when that gift’s wrong Patting my pockets, gun, key wallet, and got my flip phone Grab my angel wings putting my fit on Birds of a feather don’t flock together, we soar different Don’t lose position over potential. That’s poor pimpin I keep control of my conscious, that’s where ya core strength is Course written, working my fitness, I’m never forfeitin’ Drive on GT, 4 engines with gloss finish All leather, got my shorty livin in her soft era Get what we want so anything on top is all extra I speak life when I flex and that make us talk better Tile with the heated floor panels to help us walk better All checkered, walls ain’t painted baby that’s marble texture For when I seen my mama trip when the crib was infested All this time I invested ima take and manifest it I be reflecting and thinking man I’m impressive That’s first impression Just my reflexes Never with effort I be doin shit and then I forget it Because my skill is of a veteran Peep the lesson This just the schematics to all my tactics I write it down in reverse and then work on that shit backwards You would never know my direction going first or it’s last But my shit is everlasting my nigga I make it happen I had the 1G rolled up, 1 pull and that bitch gone You’n want smoke wit me, get that shit on Fine china, pinky go high up. I get my sip on They call me Uncle Roy, black and mild on my lip long Bars uppercuttin you better hope that ya chin strong Catch one hook, shidd now ya chin on ya shin holmes Me tappin out? Nah nigga that isn’t optional She asked me how I do it, I say… Niggas gettin folded, but me?