Manna (moses) Lyrics - Fashawn

I'm still trying to see what my victory pieve gon' 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 

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 till it click 

Hold it, down till 

Every grizzly, 'round me is rich 

Go head, lose yo head 

Put underground I insist 

Shoot a rapper out his kilt 

Give his gown to my bitch 

The milf 

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Breathe, kill, murder, survive 

Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride 

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Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride 

I admit 

I been hibernating 

Public saying 'Why you waiting?" 

Must be off psilocybin 

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! 

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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