MANIFESTO ONLY

My teacher told me it wasn't possible Steppin' in here, I'm out of possible

Most of these **** an obstacle, uh I step on your song and I make you the feature

Most of the time, they know I'm the teacher Most of these ****, they know I'm the preacher

I'm in a horse, a Porsche, of course I'm drivin' an AMG

I'm callin' my homie, that's callin' You want the droid

I'm callin' my homie, Crayola made We takin' your bitch

I'm callin' my homie, that's Gorsy You want the muscle

Damn, I'm callin' up Senza

I be steppin' this shit like a pencil Up in the vent and we turn up for dental

Most of these ****, they know I'm the president Steppin' the mic and it really too relevant

Hop in this NX, poppin' this shit like irrelevant Steppin' the mic and I did it on purpose

Makin' these **** nervous, uh Addin' a pen and a paper

Steppin' the studio, I'm doin' my thing like a freestyle

Hop in the Rolls on the top of the tree Droppin' the opp on the rear of the bridge

I'm givin' it back

I'm goin' to the top, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, uh-huh

Munich's call, boy, yo Maracas, el Rata, Matata, yo

Damn, I can never bow, girl Yo, Maratensis, Ferg at Blanca, yo

Pick a retarded and shit Put a rub in the fucker

My grand mother party

American Louis, Olivia, some of this change in the gang, bro

That shit wasn't funny

I got a Rolex AP

I got a two-toed diamonds, yeah

Look at my diamonds, they glittery Covered in diamonds, I never be mining

Look at my ****, they shinin, uh Most of these **** can't find me

They talk on my name, I ignore them Most of these ****, they know that you broke, no

Peace to play, trapping on my wave Diamonds on my chest, got a baddie, I don't play

Oh, shout-out to my nephew, India

Oh, feel a phobia, I don't solve it Hop in the Rook, get a trophy

Most of these ****, they know me Hop in the Fab, in the sick, in the

Most of the time, I'm sleeping in G Yo, hop in the Rolls, and I come with the dealers, uh

Ateez is really on my pillows Hop in the Fendi, becoming a dealer's gang

I sit on my cell, I feel like I'm Terry How many times did you tell me that story

Most of these ****, they stealing my glory Hop in the Baddest, your baddest, you know me, ay

Baddest you wanna, you know me, uh

My teacher told me what's impossible Stepping in, you're made of possible

Most of these ****, an obstacle

Feel a phobia, yeah, that is phobic