Testo AGL

I ain't gonna lie man know
I ain't gotta flex and show
Manna got the game on hold
Manna put the game on hold
Trynna get a big stack and fold
Ain't gotta slag that hoe
Come like somebody owe me though
Manna got tunes, that's soul I ain't gonna lie man know
I ain't gotta flex and show
Manna got the game on hold
Manna put the game on hold
Trynna get a big stack and fold
Ain't gotta slag that hoe
Come like somebody owe me though
Manna got tunes, that's soul

Manna make tunes and sell them
All these life stories that I tell them
Tell man, end up in a can like well then
I was on a curb all hell-bent
Then I got a bag round me like Melman
Still don't cry, no tissue or flannel Two in a barrel, Kenan Kel then
Teehouse folded hoodie, looking like a bando bully
Can't ask why I talk these things on the mic
Better know that I'm cultured fully
How could he? Better know me for a fail
Come through and I'll blast that bookie
Unruly, see man skid off the rail crumble like Maryland Cookies

Sound like Jookie, ready to blow and I came through covered in blue like Tookie
Them man are too lookie, me I came up in a music house like Leon and Wookie
Holla at a man you ain't seen in time 'cah right now manamanna drop like fly
Even though I'm not into surprise I'm still popping up like Kinder surprise
And I deal with it hands on, kicked off now you can't see where your man's gone
Say too much and get kicked and stamped on
Send two shots now the P's in your bag's gone
Come around talking wicked you'll end up covered in red like a tampon
The youthdem are savage come around here with your watch
Might leave with your hand gone

I ain't gonna lie man know
I ain't gotta flex and show
Manna got the game on hold
Manna put the game on hold
Trynna get a big stack and fold
Ain't gotta slag that hoe
Come like somebody owe me though
Manna got tunes, that's soul
I ain't gonna lie man know
I ain't gotta flex and show
Manna got the game on hold
Manna put the game on hold
Trynna get a big stack and fold
Ain't gotta slag that hoe
Come like somebody owe me though
Manna got tunes, that's soul

They know my own ting, no I ain't lost it
16 bar make the whole place mosh pit
I been stacking my P's on the low
Might go Vegas, splash all the profit
Fuck it, life's too short
Man's still hating it's not my fault
Catch me in a white t-shirt, white creps
Fresh to death like I just done fraud
I got black girls calling me sexy, yeah
And the white girls call me a sword
I went court but I never got caught
When the judge had less evidence than he thought
How random, people shouting "Gang gang" but we ain't even mandem
I can't stand them, man wanna stand on the frontline
Then rudeboy I'll flank them

These times, I was mixing Wookie
Bedroom settings, early rookie
Or on road, moving shooky
Trynna shop tings like "Lookie, lookie"
Got the profit on zero
When I link hats and big fill out the bookie
Stay with the team, chasing the dream
Don't ask what I'm on though, jookie
At the same time, barring
Extreme FM, man was barring
Heat FM, barring
Freeze FM, barring
Axe FM, barring
Deja, barring
Rinse, barring
Y2K, yeah, man was up there still barring
Man's tried, tested blood sweat and tears invested
I ain't gonna, I ain't gonna, I ain't gonna

I ain't gonna lie man know
I ain't gotta flex and show
Manna got the game on hold
Manna put the game on hold
Trynna get a big stack and fold
Ain't gotta slag that hoe
Come like somebody owe me though
Manna got tunes, that's soul
I ain't gonna lie man know
I ain't gotta flex and show
Manna got the game on hold
Manna put the game on hold
Trynna get a big stack and fold
Ain't gotta slag that hoe
Come like somebody owe me though
Manna got tunes, that's soul