Howl's Manor - Made In Mania (feat. Drylllbones)

Don't preach I teach huh
Don't leech I scheme huh
Post move stop reaching
No talk let's link up
In the field like G.I
Bite my lip like T.I.P
Always feel like Eeyore
Even back when I had a fake ID
Want to fuck my life up
Well I fucked it up enough
Rolling up the stuff
Never touched the dust
I got close enough
Tried a bunch of different drugs yeah
Pop perc comatose
Even felt an overdose yeah
Even felt an overdose yeah
Notorious I feel like B.I.G
Moving lowkey in my C.I.T.Y
Pretty boy belong with I.M.G no promo shooting heads
Fuck the narcs and the feds
Fuck the mayor and her friends
For the guns and the dead
Until I walk with the dead no Coco
I've been walking with ghosts
Six sense on lurk
Step up get worked
You bad i'm worse
I've been rolling rolling rolling on my own
Living like a ghost in my home
My room my dojo
Hold pose for the photo
Codeine for the throat coat
Stack green for the stunt I hunt for the cheese I munch
I've been rolling rolling rolling on my own
Living like a ghost in my home
My life is such a drag Shikamaru
Shadow Possession Jutsu from the shadows i'm a Ginsu
Knife to cut the tension in every sentence i'm sinful
Food is continental my shirt is '55 vintage
If you know a bit about me than you know about my pimping
The reason why i'm always losing women
Depression
The reason why i'm always telling lies
Projection
This is my
These are my confessions
Ain't no time to waste no time
And ain't no time to waste on lies
And ain't no lie to fake my worth
So
Looking for pride
And if I die i'm still alive
Why
Because a nigga outside in spirit
Close your eyes you hear it
I go ghost I float
Hang like black man rope
This that blood rain soak
This ain't about bankrolls
Come look how faith grows
I hear the slave boats docking on the slave coast
I felt the rain soak those who make your crops grow

Written by:
Steven Harris

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