Manifest Destiny

[Intro]
Dealin' charges ten
Recession prices, they told me to tell you that too
Lights off, lights off
That shit just came to my ears while I'm sane, did you feel me? (It's-it's-it's-it's the Umbrella, bitch)
I don't never say no lil' fly shit in here, I mean, y'all niggas got that shit, I just don't... I don't it, I don't know
Y'all niggas be sayin' all type of fly shit

[Verse 1: Big Trip]
Muah!
Thought about it, manifested, now I possess it
Still walk the hally ways dolo
Me and my Wesson
Kick like a Hulk Hogan leg drop, one shot'll cave your chest in
By nature I'm naughty
Juice Gotti got 'em sorty with a absent
Yet to cop the bottles, steal a light show in my section
My life flow might blow before the best shit in your collection
Said, don't send that weak shit my direction
Ya bitch bad, she get smashed, we don't half-vast (Muah!)
We had a bag, blew it, coppin' us some fly shit, the rest the stash have
Tell a nigga runnin' his mouth, "Don't get it stashed blast"
Bite the bullet, we live life to the fullest and do shit you couldn't
Because, that same shit that we did, the shit you wouldn't
I know you know them chances made champs
No comparin' us, we talkin' sunlight to a lamp
My shit's stamped
And I'm ten toes against your whole ten

[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond & Big Trip]
Now tell me, would you kill for it?
Would you pull a drill for it?
Is you 'bout it for real or you ain't built for it?
Is you on the block with them pills fulfillin' real orders?
Is you really out with them seals or you a bench warmer?
Bonneville, bend the corner, shit used to give me chills
Had to tell my nigga, "Chill, bro, you gon' get me killed"
Hit the gas so fast, ruber burnin' off the wheel
My half of cup of Henny spilled, yo I be back, I'm finna pill (Diamond)
Copenhagen Crates, they hit me back about the deal
Wack rappers droppin' tracks I'm 'bout to smack 'em in they grill
My shit's signed and sealed, your shit sound fail
I spit Roswell
You sayin' shit because it rhymes well
That shit fake and we can kinda tell, I got supreme clientele
Two digi-scales, Bandcamp, I'm makin' digi sales and ten dollar profits
Shout to all the day-ones that copped it, what?
I pulled, slide back and cocked it (Muah!)
Wolves on the roster, you was raised by Abraham Lincoln, I can't lie
Feel it in your soul like I'm De La, Rebenga
Pure Montega, hasta la vega
My life like when Boy meets World minus topenga, what?

[Outro]
I made a deal with Mickey for fifteen
Yeah, yeah, with the way he got it, uh
Mickey gonna fathom with a whore and the dumb shit
And now they got him in a can
And you fillin' in for Dylan and you get what Dylan gets; no more