The Manuel Garcia Chronicles Lyrics

Just got a text to my phone like, babe, come home

But I'm like, fuck all that

Just saw one of my haters at the store

He tried to dap me up, but I'm like, fuck all that

Just heard the ops want a truce, but we in the car strapped like, fuck all that

They want me to put down the dope to start selling niggas hope, but I'm like, fuck all that

I used to want to ball on the court once

Now these niggas mad cause I ball on them too much

Used to want to be the cover of the Source once

But I've been too busy being the plug, so I ain't got a Source one

Natural born hustler, whatever you need, I got it

Stay out of people business and focus on the ones that profit

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense to me

If we was once friends, you forever an enemy

Cause if you wasn't loyal, then what makes you loyal now

Ain't no make-ups with me, boy

Don't play me for no clown

Shit been moving and you can't bum no ride

They want me to change my course, but I'm a student to this way of life

Just got a text to my phone like, babe, come home

But I'm like, fuck all that

Just saw one of my haters at the store

He tried to dap me up, but I'm like, fuck all that

Just heard the opps want a truce, but we in the car strapped like, fuck all that

They want me to put down the dope to start selling niggas soap, but I'm like, fuck all that

Used to want to find the one falling in love, tired or not

But shit, I'd rather boil the water, feed the fiends, grow my knot

Used to want to go to school, get a job, play by their rules

Then I realized I'd die a slave if I do

So I hug the block tighter than my girl

When I'm leaving, pray they don't go looking for my son if I lose to my demons

Know this ain't the life my mama wanted for her baby

But I'm trying to give my son the life she wanted for her baby

Can't see that nigga lacking, cause I was slacking

When the shipment coming in, make sure my girl don't see the package

Cause ain't no chances of her folding

If she don't know shit besides a nigga doing a double on the night shift

Just got a text to my phone like, babe, come home

But I'm like, fuck all that

Just saw one of my haters at the store, he tried to dab me up, but I'm like, fuck all that

Just heard the ops wanted to, but we in the car strapped like, fuck all that

They want me to put down the dope to start Southern niggas up, but I'm like, fuck all that

Fuck all that fake shit

Only winners sitting at the table

We generals

We kings

We gods

Ain't no such thing as half weight, my nigga

Fuck all that