Manna From Heaven
Little Vic, Rasheed Chappell
From where the shells pop
Telephone wires littered with shell tops
And liquor stained memorial sites
And the L's sparked
Smoke blown treated like Kings
When n*ggas come home
Never held his son in his hand
Or used a cellphone
Liquor store white dope fiends
Tweaking of Fentanyl
Teeth missing out of they mouth
Smell like the day before
Days of war
Army fatigue
You know the uniform
Heat tucked right in they jeans
My n*ggas keep it on
Dice games
Seen n*ggas robbed
Beat up with bike chains
Metal scrapping stealing copper
Snatching bike frames
Hood shit
Daily revolved around this hood shit
Corners like a checkout line
Who got the good shit
Prayer rug
Nine and stack
That's all the Ahki need
Poppy seed
Manna from Heaven
We got mouths to feed
Open cases
Suspended license still a n*gga chase it
Revolver generous
You keep the casings
It's just the basic
The pine box or the iron bracelets
I embrace it
By Allah's grace l escaped it
Still respected
Silent partner cause I'm still invested
Still connected
In every tar face baby
My reflection
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The wanted life so l gave em mine yo
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