Manafest - My Own Thing lyrics

Are y’all ready to get loud? Yeah, yeah
Do your own thing, y’all uh

Yeah, let’s get it, kid chasin’ atheists
My brainwaves is stayin’ in faith Canadian
Dangerous, I pray, lace ‘em with it
Satan and sin, came to sin, ragin’ clicks
Find a label and start
Though you fall to the ground
A crowder found you, cruise your dollars
The devil caught you in the
Middle of the minimal
Cynical, sinful intervals
Grip your lips and flows, this is how it goes
A freak for the week guard it
Keep my speech sharpened
Three’s the trinity, plant seeds for office
The gold flapper, climbin’ snakes up a ladder
Party crasher, then I poof like the rapture
Disappear with one clue
Check my vocals and books


The truth you is you, stoops, stoops, stoops
A guy was dyin’ on the cross
I’m rhymin’ for you and yours
Write it in my monologue, diamonds lost, yo
I’m signin’ off

I ain’t those dudes fuckin’
I ain’t to prove nothin’ i move somethin
Choose God and the truth busted
Who’s frontin’ these groups
Cruisin’ through nothin’
True to the name, I’m slayin’, I stay trusted
I ain’t those dudes fuckin’
I ain’t to prove nothin’ i move somethin
Choose God and the truth busted
Who’s frontin’ these groups
Cruisin’ through nothin’
True to the name, I’m slayin’, I stay trusted

Yo, I came upon a party
Of bodies drinkin’ the cottie, naughty
Lottie thought these hotties drink
All and intoxicated strongly
What the heck is this
Thought the jack catch my wrist
Directed to this chick, she strictly business
Interest (Is this Chris?) Yo, I’m like "Frick"
Decline and I split, derive, deprive sin
Am I alive, surprised, it’s like this
It’s repetitive like I ain’t the five
I ain’t in

(You wanna smoke this? You wanna get high?)
(You wanna get all high
Take your clothes off)
I ain’t about that chillin’
You dudes is gettin’ illin’
I do my own thing
(You wanna smoke this? You wanna get high?)
(You wanna get all high
Take your clothes off)
I ain’t about that chillin’
You dudes is gettin’ illin’
I do my own thing

So what, you thought you had me?
You dudes is too phony
Approach slow, I didn’t go, you don’t know me
I maybe look like you, but don’t walk like ya
My burden’s lighter in Christ
Mike and Tysons
You oughta try somethin’ else
Your frontin’ doesn’t help
You’re underwhelmed, I smell
You’re still burnin’ hell
Wonderin’ where we went down
Where the wisdom went out
Whispers in the wind, women in jail

(You wanna smoke this? You wanna get high?)
(You wanna get all high
Take your clothes off)
I ain’t about that chillin’
You dudes is gettin’ illin’
I do my own thing
(You wanna smoke this? You wanna get high?)
(You wanna get all high
Take your clothes off)
I ain’t about that chillin’
You dudes is gettin’ illin’
I do my own thing

It’s the style like the razor, contagious
In 80 states, amazin’, forever changin’
A liberation
You couldn’t understand, talk about my man
Deny popular
You wouldn’t call in less gunshots
Up in your rocketblazer, in Jamaica
Sexy girl, roll your papers
Teach your eighth graders
I walk upright, walk and talk for Christ
Sorry dude
Hope to see you in cruise in the afterlife

I ain’t those dudes fuckin’
I ain’t to prove nothin’ i move somethin
Choose God and the truth busted
Who’s frontin’ these groups
Cruisin’ through nothin’
True to the name, I’m slayin’, I stay trusted
I ain’t those dudes fuckin’
I ain’t to prove nothin’ i move somethin
Choose God and the truth busted
Who’s frontin’ these groups
Cruisin’ through nothin’
True to the name, I’m slayin’, I stay trusted

I do my own thing
I’m not the type to be holdin’ a mic
Break it apart and then spit
Like your heart for us i do my own thing
I do, I do my own thing (Like your heart)
I do my own thing i do, I do my own thing
(Like your heart) i do my own thing