Testo Manuscript Rockie Fresh

Manuscript

You got another Backwood? (That shit good)

Niggas through all this complainin' and bitchin'
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 niggas gotta salute me
And I say shoutout to Shan, I gotta commemorate
Shoutout to Jackie, I gotta commemorate
Funny how niggas want me to disintegrate
But I cross over and penetrate
Crazy I innovate, shit that they imitate
Niggas don't wanna see me again, give 'em the news like CNN
Life that we livin' is not pretend
We gotta get it, this shit for real
Put in the work, now we showin' skills
Niggas wanna send shots, I'm a man of steel
Niggas want me to win, I windmill
That means a nigga 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
Hot as Sahara, hot as the desert (Yeah)
This shit 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
Niggas send shots, we converse with the weapons
Niggas won't talk, we put on the pressure
Niggas want beef, put 'em on stretchers (Yeah)
We tryna keep this shit chill, niggas be talkin' not keepin' it real
Middle fingers up, it's fuck 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
Bitches be mad I got no time to cuddle
I stay on my bag, I stay outta trouble
So fuck 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
Nigga 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, niggas lyin' say I'm sellin' shit
Oh that's right, you Fresh, nigga, you know that nigga ain't sellin' shit
I keep it corporate with deals, I need a crib in the hills
My bitches 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