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eli manna - like father, like son lyrics

all hail the king!
who dare apose the one that came from the mud
the greatest rapper of all time?
no…. the greatest artist of all time the f+ck?

bandwagons
too late, sh+t
ain’t sweet
coolaid
all blood
today
my gang gone move don’t matter who say
i remember when they didn’t care
i remember momma losing hair
i remember zone 6, all i saw was bricks
getting beat with sticks like b+tch
i was never ‘posed to make it here
i ain’t ever going there again
khalid, all a n+gga ever do is win
joe, tell the gang big brother going in
i ain’t trynna make friends
someone come and get ya mans
i’m just trynna lead a generation
i’m just trynna get bands
i need a milli’ my april ya dig?
plaques ‘finna be stacked on the table ok!
i need some love and affection on god
but only if i reach my quota by may
i used to look for some hope in dem trenches
ya favorite rapper look for likes, shares and mentions
no pain, no love now i live with the misses
and that’s how you confuse the bullets with kisses

we stuck in the deep in
let dem keep on sleeping aye
we gone be alright yeah we gone be alright
we stuck in the deep in
just give us a reason aye
we’ll be out tonight yeah, night yeah

i get that sh+t from my pops
can’t get the smell off my opps
they watching me
i’m pulling out all the stops
they don’t like when my track drop
it’s a little scary
you can run but you can’t hide
many failed yet they still try
been in the war for so long i was like d+mn god we on the same side!?
what the f+ck!?
don’t look at please cuz i’m cutting up
y’all got me popping sh+t in the booth
this all i got left i can’t f+ck it up (f+ck it up, f+ck it up)
my girl a trackstar we gone run it up
and she got dem pipes like i’m danny boy
a voice that make sinners go jump for joy
i’m the n+gga from the southside b+tch don’t you forget it i’m him
i need a milli’ my april ya dig?
plaques finna be stacked on the table ok!
i need some love and affection on god
but only if i reach my quota by may
i used to look for some hope in dem trenches
ya favorite rapper look for likes, shares and mentions
no pain, no love now i live with the misses
and that’s how you confuse the bullets with kisses

we stuck in the deep in
let dem keep on sleeping aye
we gone be alright yeah we gone be alright
we stuck in the deep in
just give us a reason aye
we’ll be out tonight yeah, night yeah

- eli manna lyrics

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