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Eatin' & Zachor - MANIC Lyrics



Eatin' & Zachor - MANIC Lyrics
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
We got y'all in a panic
They gone need some paramedics
Step to me and they'll regret it
We know you clowns fake fanatics
I don't know how they'll manage
Uh yeah
You know we going
Manic and the rest of them all can't stand it
They the lost ones leave em abandoned
No limelight they gone perish
Yeah you know we going
Manic and the rest of them all can't stand it
They the lost ones leave em abandoned
No limelight they gone perish
Yeah you know we going
Manage
Get em all off our backs I can't stand it
All their roots ain't organic they planted
All the real ones stay cool they ain't panic
Separated from all them who frantic
When the going gets tough ain't have enough
Minimum giving em 2k a month
Now they be tripping cause they ain't been up
You ain't been up homie been down
And he get quiet when we counting pounds
Rapping commission depend on the sound
Money making never been that profound
Tummy aching when that check ain't around
Funny ain't it when you stuck on the ground
Sunny days ain't hitting when you been drowned
Something hating just won't fix for you now I hear you and frown yeah
Boy you gotta start catching up
Buddy think he need a violin cause he can't win I would recommend just manning up
Problem is you ain't man enough
When it gets real man I can feel that you can't deal with all the standing up
So loud but you ain't been tough
So proud of your lil sound but deep down know it kinda suck
So wild its been on file that your raps mild ain't matching us
Ain't nobody ever stacking up
As high as I be stacking em
You keep trying but you slacking bruh
Haters round me but affect nothing
Out of your life tryna make something
Saw all the glamour and went jumping
On an opportunity that you perceived
Thought you had the keys but you ain't the king
Thought you was balling but stay slumping
Thought we was falling but stay hungry
Cooking the game wasn't in it for fame
Competition yeah we stay munching
Your bars so bad they imprisoned you
Your tracks so whack that's it's criminal buddy we killing you with every syllable
All your problems are getting more visible can't help but notice it in your peripheral
Ignore it and you will be miserable but you can't solve it
And we ain't involving cause we at our pinnacle woah
Yeah don't try to put us in boxes you better stop it we ain't a combo at Cane's
Only give em one finger do not acknowledge tell em to stay out the way
Steady drinking pink Monster cannot get off em I still be stuck in my ways
Haters talking it is awful just like the Cardinals best pick MHJ
You know that we going cray write it then put it away
Keeping it locked in a safe fake ones will stay out the gate
Make it a liminal space need to go relocate
And guard it with mace getting way more than one date
Heard they speaking out of whack mentioning Zach but still won't say it to my face
Outstanding I'm climbing up my hills while you just standing
Great Value rappers plain ain't got no branding
I'm way too tired of rumors down my throat that you be cramming
When I achieve my dreams don't come back round like we were family that's disgraceful
I'm running like I blinded it on pace yo
You think that we got beef but that ain't really be the case though
Just got stuck inside your head now I'm dead to you who cares though?
No one pays attention to your words we know you
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
We got y'all in a panic
They gone need some paramedics
Step to me and they'll regret it
We know you clowns fake fanatics
I don't know how they'll manage
Uh yeah
You know we going
Manic and the rest of them all can't stand it
They the lost ones leave em abandoned
No limelight they gone perish
Yeah you know we going
Manic and the rest of them all can't stand it
They the lost ones leave em abandoned
No limelight they gone perish
Yeah you know we going
Manage
Get em all off our backs I can't stand it
All their roots ain't organic they planted
All the real ones stay cool they ain't panic
Separated from all them who frantic
When the going gets tough ain't have enough
Minimum giving em 2k a month
Now they be tripping cause they ain't been up
You ain't been up homie been down
And he get quiet when we counting pounds
Rapping commission depend on the sound
Money making never been that profound
Tummy aching when that check ain't around
Funny ain't it when you stuck on the ground
Sunny days ain't hitting when you been drowned
Something hating just won't fix for you now I hear you and frown yeah
Boy you gotta start catching up
Buddy think he need a violin cause he can't win I would recommend just manning up
Problem is you ain't man enough
When it gets real man I can feel that you can't deal with all the standing up
So loud but you ain't been tough
So proud of your lil sound but deep down know it kinda suck
So wild its been on file that your raps mild ain't matching us
Ain't nobody ever stacking up
As high as I be stacking em
You keep trying but you slacking bruh
Haters round me but affect nothing
Out of your life tryna make something
Saw all the glamour and went jumping
On an opportunity that you perceived
Thought you had the keys but you ain't the king
Thought you was balling but stay slumping
Thought we was falling but stay hungry
Cooking the game wasn't in it for fame
Competition yeah we stay munching
Your bars so bad they imprisoned you
Your tracks so whack that's it's criminal buddy we killing you with every syllable
All your problems are getting more visible can't help but notice it in your peripheral
Ignore it and you will be miserable but you can't solve it
And we ain't involving cause we at our pinnacle woah
Yeah don't try to put us in boxes you better stop it we ain't a combo at Cane's
Only give em one finger do not acknowledge tell em to stay out the way
Steady drinking pink Monster cannot get off em I still be stuck in my ways
Haters talking it is awful just like the Cardinals best pick MHJ
You know that we going cray write it then put it away
Keeping it locked in a safe fake ones will stay out the gate
Make it a liminal space need to go relocate
And guard it with mace getting way more than one date
Heard they speaking out of whack mentioning Zach but still won't say it to my face
Outstanding I'm climbing up my hills while you just standing
Great Value rappers plain ain't got no branding
I'm way too tired of rumors down my throat that you be cramming
When I achieve my dreams don't come back round like we were family that's disgraceful
I'm running like I blinded it on pace yo
You think that we got beef but that ain't really be the case though
Just got stuck inside your head now I'm dead to you who cares though?
No one pays attention to your words we know you
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Writer: Zachary Masure, Ethan Fox
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Performed By: Eatin' & Zachor
Language: English
Length: 3:28
Written by: Zachary Masure, Ethan Fox

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