Instruction Manual

Duration

2:11

Genres

Hip-Hop

Lyrics

Try to read me, bitch, there ain't a hand book written cause the scripture you depict can't withstand my existence. I'm the man when I'm in it, minutes passing the seconds, getting lost in your mind, I leave I lasting impression. In the past I was peasant less than every one around me but the best has yet to come so I let everybody doubt me. Like, my gold mine mind might find a little peace in the happiness of solitude it's hard for me to breathe. Cause I'm feeling claustrophobic, shit, I'm starving, let me eat. Like I ain't carried y'all before, but it's like y'all won't carry me? And before y'all might bury me, remember prayers are for the gods. So might you say a prayer for me before you bury me alive. Young green shinobi, bitch the leaf gang, grief over dead and but you just thought some heat sprayed, know that is my jutsu, quick I spit that heat, flame , playing on these mother fuckers, gameboy, EA. Beat bang harder than a Nina with a hundred clips, under this demeanor is a meaner kid who's fucking pissed and tired of the people who may seem to be above his shit, but fuck it then cause it ain't called an up and come for nothing bitch, I'll run this shit. Ruckusness rough as rug burns in the summer is, do a deed and bet you gotta earn what you've done to get, where you are, tell me where you going, who you fucking with? And if it is that you got a hoe, who is this other bitch? On my dick, tell em, hop off, I'm some hot sauce, drizzled in Nevada, in your water when you're hot dawg. Insist that I'm not well in the instance, that permissive, I permit the over looking of my penmanship in this yet I'm still same, saying I'm me but still I'm different than these rappers be, cause what I present in my persistence is surpassing rappers, yeah. bitch they running I am sprinting like I'm running for my life they think they're running to a finish.