Manifest Magic

[Intro: The Cool Quest] Think of what you want and get it Manifest it, Manifest it, Manifest it [Verse 1: The Cool Quest] Manifest magic, maintain it Going insane I don't know if my brain is With me or against me I can't see tomorrow Until I wake up, so I don't trust nothing til I see it On God, half of the shit I heard this year was a lie Most of the niggas I toasted the year in with ain't here kid Charge, it to the game They know my name don't associate with fraudulent All of this bullshit in my verses but I have to address it A wordsmith needs no distractions when he's on call Blessing the paper on which my ink sits I think shit would be better overall If we did what we wanted to do pa You wanna see me happy, go do you cuh Fuck the second guessing Years later you'll be stressing what you didn't get Better start manifesting, it's Quest kid [Chorus] Think of what you want and get it Manifest it, Manifest it, Manifest it Do you know that you have magic Protect it, protect it, protect it [Verse 2] One time for my real muhfuckers One time for my mother No time for no suckas uh All them bloggers only on the jock of a nigga If he resides within the state of Virginia Where the love? South Bronx keep it thuggin thuggin Niggas be talkin all of that thug shit But if I show em who the real thug is then I'm bugging Crab mentality never figured how to get up out the bucket The problematic psyche of my duns They swear the only way to be ballin is with drugs and guns And illicit funds, where's the fun? In limited time, limiting my worldview To the ghetto blocks, fake niggas and girls who Could give a fuck about my shit just into ridin dick Shit makes me sick, think of what you want and get it For the powers that be devour you and me Hourglass in my hand runnin outta sand On one side [Chorus] [Verse 3] My niggas jumping off white cliffs like Dover Cuttin up saving for them Range Rovers Comin up, fuckin up takin L's like I live in Canarsie Heartless I catch a body so I can send him to God But while I'm here I want it all G The problematic psyche of my duns They swear the only way to be ballin is with drugs and guns I almost got caught up, but see my mind always runs So these verses I rack em flippin verbal packs until I get right, then I can get at y'all like I always planned to, open a studio in the hood Take the system for ransom instead of gettin knocked On wood, I rap my knuckles, that we get out the struggle And my niggas stop popping percs and start dropping tickets Look how God work, he keeps the clock tickin, so let's get it