Pedro Manuel - Do You Really

Go check the news and see what you find
Ain’t nothing new to me cuz all that shit is fake
Do you really know about me? When he gon take a break
Do you really know my birthday where the fuck is my cake
Do you really know about me I ain’t ever seen you around
It seems y’all laughing but there ain’t no clowns
I guess they gotta pay for the next verb and noun
So let’s get it started go ahead and
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
You really know about me
Go ahead ask Kashi
My boy seen me turn into a monster
They don’t know they messing with a zombie
All day all night this ain’t no hobby
Matter fact, go ask ya auntie
She know my name and it starts papi
No I’m not sorry
And you lost me
Flow so COVID, catch them bodies
Pop Smoke welcome to the party
Pop Smoke choking on fumes
Man down, copy
Shake that ass like a disk no floppy
She loves it when I’m in my Hilfiger Tommy
Trigger finger twitchy Clyde and Bonnie
Click click click
No photo shoots on
And no Photoshop
All real on Worldstar
They don’t how to deal with that
So I’ll slow it down for the niggas who got left back
When I said I wanted to rap they gave me a look with disgust (Ugh)
Now look at where they at I see me behind in the dust (Woo!)
They miss old me now saying where is the love (Where?)
And I told them with honesty "I ain’t even got none" (Nah)
So they sending me shots and I took it like an alcoholic (Bottoms up)
Mix my cheddar and lettuce the salad balsamic (Salad balsamic)
Static shock with the boys how we love the conflict (We love it)
You’ll get checked like a Nike when you get outta pocket
If you ain’t talking bout business then we switching topics
Don’t know where I’m from we use needles no narcotics
Posted up with villains straight from them Marvel Comics
Go check the news and see what you find
Ain’t nothing new to me cuz all that shit is fake
Do you really know about me? When he gon take a break?
Do you really know about me? Where the fuck is my cake?
Well
Where the fuck's my cake?
Pedro you don't get one what's wrong with you?
Huh
What the fuck y’all wanna talk but I ain’t listening
Tom Brady how I’m shooting shots and positioning
Y’all vegetate state and I’m crippling
Blue money blue skies and stock interests
Bars so hard they put me in prison
Bars so wack y’all got it from Pinterest
Game is a cavity so I must be a dentist
Niggas talking beats but they sounding like they on welfare
If you were my son you’d be on Wayfair
Ya baby mama love it when I feed her some daycare
I’m causing these waves but this is no cap
More like tsunamis when I slap on the track
Jumanji how I’m moving ain’t no jack black
I know ya head banging so I’ll cut you some slack
Hanging like my chain cuz I’m always loose
Crackers hate the sound of me I’m singing my tunes
Wishing it was a rope I got nothing to lose
I know they come and go in rest in piece dear juice
No one hearing Pedro write songs like that
I write hits for others so I must behave
The p in Pedro means poltergeist from the grave
I don’t wear watches cuz I abolished my chains
Not gang banging but I shoot till it’s empty
Y’all internet gangster but sweet as Debbie
Like Sponge Bob nigga I’m always ready
So I got the spatch on me and I’m serving plenty
Whoa
Don’t need to prove a point I’ve already exceeded
Entangled but like Jada you just cheated
The only thing that goes before me is a period
I’ll wake em up in a few just keep em sleeping
Go check the news and see what you find
Ain’t nothing new to me cuz all that shit is fake
Do you really know about me? When he gon take a break?
Do you really know my birthday where's the fucking cake?
Bitch

Written by:
Pedro Figueroa

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