Vintage Sweatshirt Lyrics

Manna run my race till my goddamn legs hurt

I was out in the field with a puffer relaxed jeans and a vintage sweatshirt

True say mans new to the game but my sound come carved and polished like an expert

Manna slap hella bars in your face don't tun up the place and nobody gets hurt

Way too edgy know I'm far from basic

Shots out the cap of the wray and nephs best know that a man don't chase it

Manna get that dough tun it to bread then I stack that ish and I save it

She says I'm a bit to aloof but know its the truth that she can't not crave it

Make man hold smoke like a vape stick

Name holds no weight like a fake fit

I call them genuine fakes cos they claim that their real but they fake it to make it

I was really out here tryna raise it

Shoot shots with power or I place it

You say you got talent but unlike the NHS I can't track it or trace it

But you still drop bare tunes its amazing

Manna run my race till my goddamn legs hurt

I was out in the field with a puffer relaxed jeans and a vintage sweatshirt

True say mans new to the game but my sound come carved and polished like an expert

Manna slap hella bars in your face don't tun up the place and nobody gets hurt

I was running my race till my legs hurt

Puffer and a vintage sweatshirt

Don't try bar to my face better know your place so nobody gets hurt

I spit these rhymes like an expert

Manna run my race till my goddamn legs hurt

I was out in the field with a puffer relaxed jeans and a vintage sweatshirt

Bars rhymes flow

Three things that I tailor swift

Bars crimes hoes

Three things that I aim to miss

Past highs lows

But I could never be mid

Blast life's foes

But don't die for for a gyal or quids

Manna run my race till my goddamn legs hurt

I was out in the field with a puffer relaxed jeans and a vintage sweatshirt

True say mans new to the game but my sound come carved and polished like an expert

Manna slap hella bars in your face don't tun up the place and nobody gets hurt

I was running my race till my legs hurt

Puffer and a vintage sweatshirt

Don't try bar to my face better know your place so nobody gets hurt

I spit these rhymes like an expert

Manna run my race till my goddamn legs hurt

I was out in the field with a puffer relaxed jeans and a vintage sweatshirt