Manny Maye - Attack on Message

Falling from top floors
Bundle of hunnids in top drawers
Playing wit money like lottery picks
Buying new whips for they mamas
Slaves to all the designer
Addicted to Louie and Prada
Resonating wit heavy hitters
In jail cells
Planning on paying Barry's bond
Once my ship sail
Homie selling work
Said his shit all fish scale
Cops busted em
When you getting money
Don't sit still
Please listen
My intuition saying I'm something different
Like black hairstyles on white bitches
Dreaming of future events
Deja vu when I get riches
Life ain't about the Rollie
More about big bidness
The image appealing
But the image
It won't remain
Shit won't stay the same
Walking in the rain n they stick you for yo chain
Watch
Passed around the block
Like early morning jehovah witness

Dropped holy water on my future
Before it got too wicked
Stuck inside euphoria Zendaya tryna kick it
Who would've seen me coming with a 45
Page book of rhymes
That I carry concealed
Like it's a Glock 9
Sending my music down pipelines
Hoping it get stuck
Take a listen and see why
I'm not a wanna be rapper
Auto tune and melody
Another wanna be trapper
They verses bring tears from the laughter
Feel the pain right after
It hurt deep inside to watch hip hop die
Yet evolve in a matter of seconds
Time of the Essence
Moving through states of progression
While shaking regression
Watch and you learning your lesson
To those who stressing
Understand the pain is a blessing
Growth
In its purest form
Master splinter wit baby turtles up in his arms
Look out the window
Your fire burning and the winds low
Still gotta make it work
Jumper streaky
defend like Winslow
It's not a lot but it's something to keep you in this league
What you to do when you outta options wit family to feed?
People that need
A hope that take a different speed

Mastered patience
Successes always guaranteed
If it's too much for you
I know They'd love you overseas
Maybe I'm lying
This game is all about selling dreams
What glitters ain't gold
I only hope you know these things
God advising me
The homie tryna show me things
Sipping mineral water
From Saratoga springs
Niggas yelling they "next up!" But won't invest in they dreams
It won't cost you a thing
Believe me
Spend a rack
Make it back
Make it look easy
Oscar awards to rappers who front they lives
Idolize niggas who got em all hypnotized
Rise full of grace
But the struggle was maximized
Worried if he show it
His image be jeopardized
And if he rap about it
His verses be scrutinized
Going from a local to nigga who's recognized
Picture always perfect
Our Destiny synchronized this lyrical exercise
Is something I utilize
Growing in abundance
You could hear it in my voice
The way that I'm rhyming
My talent leaving no choice
A chance that I'm taking on a dream
If I don't go for it
How the hell ima be all I can be
Building up ladders so over mountains I can see
Complex text messages
Vibration up in my jeans
Destiny texting me
Saying it's deeper than a dream
It's bound to be my reality
Pieces of my anatomy
Locked in between
each line that I speak

Life in a choke hold
Choking on the same old
Hope this fresh air over this beat help you breathe
Picture painting for the blind
Hoping the stories I tell give them a image they could see
Eyes well up
Pupils gone swell up
Dilate they eyes
As they vision start to clear up
Still can't quite see but I'm sure he could hear us
Similar to God
Pray up to grow nearer
Follow suit
As the ties begin to bow down
From underground king
To skyscrapers in the sky now
Sooner or later if not today
Leveled up from Poland spring to Perrier

Tommy hill on my dungarees
Nigga you not close to my level
You more of my protégée
Please get it together
Stop tryna say we are one in the same
I'm one of a kind
One of my name
One in the game
One in my lane
Broke from my chains
Outran the masters
Running the game
Inshallah
In God's holy name
I'll say it again
We aren't the same
Continued comparisons
Threw all my etiquette out the window
Predicated aggression whenever the name show
Can only Neglect the disrespect for so long
99 of the time turn the cheek and just move on
But it's one in a hundred times till it's a sad song
So if I may
I must say to move along
My name is my name
And my will
will hold strong
Farewell to those who I lost
And hello to those who held on

Written by:
Emmanuel Maye

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