Manna

[Verse 1] Yes im sentence spittin mostly to get bitches That and handin cents to morphine induced niggas Ruthless youth, I'mma force feed these kook niggas Astute as few students who looted those those brute niggas Smart as fuck but im stupid as cute bitches This rooms hot and awfully diluted with cubical thinkers Brink of losin my soul to foolish yet beautiful women and views that be lookin oh so super expensive Endless questions, can't even close to comprehend shit Irrelevant talks with dudes who want solely to cop benz whips Inferior animal habits though understandable standards Life in backlands, wife and hands of cute tanned kids Stifled by the fact that im a grown ass man shit I remember back when I throwin temper tantrums [Verse 2] Ponder often i wonder is god pleased with me Does he exist as he is in the text, needless be Second guessin its existential crisis number 84 The more enlightened more ive been puzzled bout what i lay before Should i be righteous or enticed by the likes of ladies in stingy outfits, shoutin aye nigga u finna pay me more Everyday's a daze, moreso than the day before Fuck it [Outro] Alright, that's it