8am In Manny

Phuture Mafia

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    Man try say "Am I good?" Bro, do I look okay?
    Somehow I'm close to home, but still somehow I feel away
    Don't waste your time and get me mad 'cause bro, I'll ruin your day
    I still ain't recovered from all this pain I felt back then, but, ayy
    Yo, tell me what have you done? Show me, talk is cheap
    Last week man spent like ten, 15
    Why would I lie, bro? Here's the receipt
    I had to cut off my day-one, still
    Far from shallow, that one was deep
    Way too busy, I get no sleep
    Feeling weird, I'm feeling peak
    I don't force it, I just air it, the rumours, I don't hear it
    You watching, me clearly, my enemies, I don't fear them
    Yo, me, I don't care if you like me
    Me, I don't care if you rate me
    I've never been one to beg no friendship
    Yes, I'm like that baby
    I'm the type to do you wrong
    And book one flight, let's switch location
    Trust me, you need that bigger bag
    That lil' one, is way too basic
    Don't ever lower your worth, my guy
    That's when they start treating you mad
    Uncle see me on the block, said
    Ahh, ahh, ahh, you look like your dad

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    Yo
    Caramel one, she bad
    I'm glad, she stuck around for man
    Ayy, you probably think I'm crazy, I can't fabricate who I am
    I see one posting her man on Insta'
    Seeking validation from next man
    Why are all these relationships so toxic?
    Nowadays, I don't get that
    Man try say: Am I good? Bro, do I look okay?
    Somehow I'm close to home, but still somehow I feel away
    Don't waste your time and get me mad 'cah bro, I'll ruin your day
    I still ain't recovered from all this pain, I felt back then, but, ayy
    You way too bad to chill with basic bitches
    That's why I think you're a hoe
    I hit that one, she put on a show for me, practically sold herself
    So many years, I was confused
    Thank God that I found myself
    Inshallah, I make these mills, I put a smile on Mumzy's face
    All I ever wanted was a hundred bags
    Now look, I made that twice
    Three times, four times, five times, on my life, yo
    I'm seeing the evil eyes, I'm seeing the spite
    I'm seeing the jealousy, all this through my eyes
    It's time to decide
    Fuck clubs, fuck partying
    Fuck trying to fit in and socialize
    Rub elbows with everybody
    So people can stop calling you weird

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