Manuscript lyrics

[Intro]
You got another Backwood? (That sh*t good)

[Verse 1]
n*ggas through all this complainin' and b*tchin'
Rockie ain't playin' the victim, I need a brand new whip
Back on the road, I'm takin' a trip
Jesse White Tumblers, I'm makin' it flip (Yeah)
I gotta stick to my script (Yeah)
I am not one of the goofies, y'all n*ggas gotta salute me
And I say shoutout to Shan, I gotta commemorate
Shoutout to Jackie, I gotta commemorate
Funny how n*ggas want me to disintegrate
But I cross over and penetrate
Crazy I innovate, sh*t that they imitate
n*ggas don't wanna see me again, give 'em the news like CNN
Life that we livin' is not pretend
We gotta get it, this sh*t for real
Put in the work, now we showin' skills
n*ggas wanna send shots, I'm a man of steel
n*ggas want me to win, I windmill
That means a n*gga gon' really spin
I get that money and pay my friends
If you wan' get a Benz, and a bigger crib, this the manuscript, let's get it

[Verse 2]
Hot as Sahara, hot as the desert (Yeah)
This sh*t that I'm living is really a blessing (Yeah)
I promise the Devil be trying to test me (Yeah)
Back in the class, I'm teaching 'em lessons
n*ggas send shots, we converse with the weapons
n*ggas won't talk, we put on the pressure
n*ggas want beef, put 'em on stretchers (Yeah)
We tryna keep this sh*t chill, n*ggas be talkin' not keepin' it real
Middle fingers up, it's f*ck how they feel
They playin' the horns, we back in the building
They playin' the horns, we back in the building
My people hungry, I got 'em a meal
Wine 'em and dine 'em, then pick up a bill (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, funny how they wanna see us struggle
They don't know struggle created the hustle
b*tches be mad I got no time to cuddle
I stay on my bag, I stay outta trouble
So f*ck with a winner now, I move with a different style
I ship 'em then get 'em out, I'm back on a different route
Got so much money it's harder to keep the count
I remember sittin' on my Mama couch, I was really out here tryna blow an ounce
n*gga tryna move his life along, couldn't understand my life at home
So I had to get it on the road, got money never sold my soul
I can tell that she down to vote, the way that she been runnin' to my pole
Pushin' buttons like it's a remote, I got everything in control
And my lane just like I bowl, knockin' down every single pin
I shoot this movie with a different lens, cut some scenes with a couple friends
I'm just tryna get presidents, n*ggas lyin' say I'm sellin' sh*t
Oh that's right, you Fresh, n*gga, you know that n*gga ain't sellin' sh*t
I keep it corporate with deals, I need a crib in the hills
My b*tches pull up with flowers, then they get work for hours
I put in work for days, that's why they be peepin' my place
Shawty gettin' on her knees, you would think it's time to pray