Fashawn – Manna (Moses)


You know what I’m sayin?
Go head, these yo head
You keep acting up I’ma earth you niggas
Trying to go from movin’ grams
Similar to Moses
Slugs, for the confrontation
[Hook]
You can find me in the gutter
Give his gown to my bitch
Leave a California cloud then I dip
Club, got the bottles waitin’
Got a diva, got divas
Uh huh, uh
Hold it, down til
Foes by the congregation
Breathe, kill, murder, survive
[Verse 1]
Shootin’ rounds til it click
Uh, uh huh, I birthed you niggas
Yo career is over kid
I belong, at the top
Hear that, loud in the spliff

I’m still trying to see what my victory [?] sound like
Its ‘shawn
Drugs, done in moderation
Leave you grounded and pissed
Breathe, kill, murder, survive
Chocolate brown and she thick
Breathe, kill, murder, survive
Breathe, kill, murder, survive
[Hook]
Who iller?
[Intro]
Now it come, smiley faces
Now you hit
This a brick inside a Phantom
I can pitch
No congratulations, send my condolences
Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
Shoot a rapper out his [?]
Public saying ‘Why you waiting?"
Breathe, kill, murder, survive
I would give you niggas Manna
Ditch me with the glitz & glamour
Body found by a ditch
Breathe, kill, murder, survive
Went to town with her lips

To a Grammy nomination
Round-trip
Made it, safe with the combination
In my palm, got a knot
He noticed
Left me out the conversation
Too much baking soda in it
Sell it hard, its my block
Got the crown in my grip
Put underground I insist
My turf, my body or my hood
I been hibernating
Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
I could never ditch the camera
Whip it soft, til it rock
Clothes from designer
Homies, hollow cases
Since the day of my invasion

Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride

Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
Breathe, kill, murder, survive
The [?]
Ima name brand figure
Bet you couldn’t name that nigga
My product everybody know whats good
Breathe, kill, murder, survive
[Verse 2]

Southbound on a dick
Let a grip, Blaow!
Crowd know its piff
All I need is a few pounds and a mound
Understood, Its ‘Po!
Leave you sittin with the clouds
Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
I done seen all kinds of hatred
Must be off [?]
I admit
Game plan, bigger
Fuck around, Instagram it
Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
This that Grizzly City grammar

Every grizzly, ’round me is rich
I’m workin on it
Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
On a prowl for the chips
Hammer, on my hip, Cal
Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride