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mani semg - the history part one (kick in the door - remix) lyrics

[intro – mani semg]
yoooo… lets do this sh!t justice…this for my day ones… let make this sh!t clear the history…
pay attention… its fest’
[verse – mani ]
who are you what you tellin me…
h.s. i was f-cking your teacher, still played her like bill belamy…
and my n-gga from cali had me on h-lla’ weed… i’m sittin out ev… so kick rox…
me and k at the dox, i’m going to school drunk, but the princ-p-l happy mani ain’t drop….
my zone school lake, but ms. redman said i could be great…
so dont blame me for uppin my pace
trashbags of everything i own in the bushes, but tmo took me in so i wouldn’t get stuck with a case…
t n stig helped me drop my first tape…
doing shows at the blacks n wax… like f-ck it dedicate life to the grind, that’s a rap…
so i chase the dream in ny, i remember me and my n-gga being like batman robin, he taught me how to sack…
wait lets take it back… to the greyhound, first trip round, wit a pack…
of toys, right to the court west fourth like fkk the boys… the youngin got you… before you hit the nba it might shock you…
at the time, i ain’t know or give a f-ck what pops do… but still some try to be father figures…
big g didn’t get it, trying to make me docile at the same lab big hit…
thus, begins the cycle of me playing along for n-ggas who get my hopes bigger…
fast forward, to better bizness… can’t k!ll the time… might of drop the squad, but respect n love was still in line…
and my ogs was with it… at brooklyn college, what n-gga get more lifted
with these old heads known to spit sh-t, press it up, hit the campus and try flip it…
don’t f-ck wit no random n-ggas only b-tches…
they claiming i’m different, think long how met me before fall victim…
went from dogtags and jerseys… to d-ckies… hit our coffeeshop your cup can get sticky… icky…
don’t violate my n-gga the best hitter, like hicky…
but you won’t be the last man standing, cuz mani call your bluff no tricky…
i was already fearless, but now son its hippie…
n not just to smoke, but to smoke yo -ss quickly…
i was never the same, because somebody played snitchy…
n took the soldier who equip me…
still rode like my n-gga with me… with me shoebox work… found myself where the chips be…
got reputation, round all the action in the city…
gave a f-ck about rapping, even tho $osa schooled me like diddy…
i attract hate i’m so witty…
so i move doley, except black betty who is he… we got black betty, wrapped like a gift be…
sitting with a shorty who cheerleaders, while i get deliveries…
outside a q45 who this be… driving wit no l’s but the bois still didn’t get me…
put this on the bible this history….
m a n i f e … s t … i’m that mani, laughable to disrespect me…
from frauds who ain’t connect me, when the money they flex be, as light as my first bet be…
don’t be petty, sucka nxgga…. i’m still here….
[outro – manifest]

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