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mustard seed - mannix (old) lyrics

[verse 1]
i was sent from heaven
i was made to give them h-ll
if you tryna throw some hands
i’m down to catch them like odell
boy i feel i’m barabbas on the day he left the cell
and i don’t mess with anybody less our goals are parallel
this is revenge for everybody that told me i’d never make it
now they see me popping off, i know they’re mad, they’re aggravated
went from underdog to goat, boy i’m no longer underrated
if jack black had school of rap i’d already be graduated
woah
the same kids that told me that i was a f-g
are the same kids that tell i’m back in my bag
now i’m making hits, i’m hitting a l!ck
they looking so jealous, they wishing i’ll quit
yeah they were a douche
they would try to knock me down, but i got back up, i learned that from jesus
i’m getting dubs and never lose
that’s right, oh yeah

[hook]
who’s that kid working late into the night that must be me
spitting flames, every verse i write is one hundred degrees
obviously in a year or two you’ll see me on your tv
please believe me, i’m blowing up but i grew from a mustard seed
who’s that kid working late into the night that must be me
spitting flames, every verse i write is one hundred degrees
obviously in a year or two you’ll see me on your tv
please believe me, i’m blowing up but i grew from a mustard seed

[verse 2]
n0body gave me a shot, so i took it myself, and i got a swish
put me in the game, get me on the court, i’m the mvp, i got off the bench
now when i step up to the microphone i see these phonies flinch
i don’t need y’all up on my plate, no i got too much on my dish
ever since i was 16 i been spitting 16’s buddy listen
work so hard i broke a sweat boy that’s the reason that i glisten
flaming rappers, cooking beats, the studio is like my kitchen
boy i gotta keep an eye out for these snakes, i hear them hissing
wooh

[verse 3]
when they listen to my records, it’s so good they can’t believe it
when i listen to their garbage i vomit like a bulimic
boy i mean it, rapping vividly, these words i speak are scenic
i put blood and sweat and tears in this, what y’all do is anemic
boy i need it, money and power, the sweet and the sour
i’m working all day, boy i put in the hours
and i’ll never quit til the treasury’s ours
and i hope i never encounter you cowards ou
i got kicked off track so i spend time making these tracks
this industry is not easy, i ain’t got no time to relax

- mannix old lyrics

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