Mann - Express Myself (West LA Diaries Vol. 1: Vintage Cuts) lyrics
[Mann - Express Myself West LA Diaries Vol. 1: Vintage Cuts lyrics]
Vintage cuts
Riders block, oeh I got so much to grasp
I"m feeling so close when it comes to succes
In this rap game I'm saying nothing is less
Everything is more so here's
Coming the stress
I put a lot of time in, I got one minute left
The moment of truth is close
I'm scared I'll confess why, I don't know
I know that I can be the best
Maybe cause, I Don't know
I'm Just Human I Guess
If you think you can fit my
Shoes then you be my guest
But there's a lot of pressure on
Cause I'm from the west
And plus I'm so different from all the rest
Not gangster a backpack if I'm with a twist
I just hope the world understands
And gets the diss
And get the messages I'm sending
Speaking of messages support my single text
Featuring Jason Derülo
Beluga Heights we got next
Yes, I know, man I'm a mess
Have a harder go right over my treasure chest
And when I'm on It's gon' be hella fresh
The track said to express
So I express myself
Do it good express yourself
Just do it
Look, look, uh
Honestly, I feel the game needs me
They need a Prodigy, now they tryna be Weezy
If it ain't easy they try to be Jeezy
I can't listen to 'em, they probably jeezy
Uh, is being yourself not easy?
Man I try to stay on point like I TP
Home TP, I master the crowd
They gime headaches
Like where the aspirin to grab?
Sheez, that's why they trapped in the past
That's the reason that half of 'em last, long
Only known for their last song
Me? I'm tryna be known for my next song
Like this Mann song crazy like I
Wonder what is next going
Think I'm a one hit wonder
Then your dead wrong set a stone
I want my career to be, that when
They ask to see they best, nigga mirror me
Intimity believing me like a conspiracy
But do they stand out under twenty lyricly?
Killing real MCs, and torture the fake ones
I'm a real man, to know when it takes one
Born teen years after one-nine-eight-one
I'mma stay young performer, I'm a great one
And can't be a hustler that makes fun
Cause I hate guns on a deal ain't fun
So I legally, swagged out with my people
We know rapping
But we rocking like Tweetely?
And ain't coming of Eazy-street
My team believe we can go hard equally
Express yourself do it good
Express yourself i do it
Riders block, oeh I got so much to grasp
I"m feeling so close when it comes to succes
In this rap game I'm saying nothing is less
Everything is more so here's
Coming the stress
I put a lot of time in, I got one minute left
The moment of truth is close
I'm scared I'll confess why, I don't know
I know that I can be the best
Maybe cause, I Don't know
I'm Just Human I Guess
If you think you can fit my
Shoes then you be my guest
But there's a lot of pressure on
Cause I'm from the west
And plus I'm so different from all the rest
Not gangster a backpack if I'm with a twist
I just hope the world understands
And gets the diss
And get the messages I'm sending
Speaking of messages support my single text
Featuring Jason Derülo
Beluga Heights we got next
Yes, I know, man I'm a mess
Have a harder go right over my treasure chest
And when I'm on It's gon' be hella fresh
The track said to express
So I express myself
Do it good express yourself
Just do it
Look, look, uh
Honestly, I feel the game needs me
They need a Prodigy, now they tryna be Weezy
If it ain't easy they try to be Jeezy
I can't listen to 'em, they probably jeezy
Uh, is being yourself not easy?
Man I try to stay on point like I TP
Home TP, I master the crowd
They gime headaches
Like where the aspirin to grab?
Sheez, that's why they trapped in the past
That's the reason that half of 'em last, long
Only known for their last song
Me? I'm tryna be known for my next song
Like this Mann song crazy like I
Wonder what is next going
Think I'm a one hit wonder
Then your dead wrong set a stone
I want my career to be, that when
They ask to see they best, nigga mirror me
Intimity believing me like a conspiracy
But do they stand out under twenty lyricly?
Killing real MCs, and torture the fake ones
I'm a real man, to know when it takes one
Born teen years after one-nine-eight-one
I'mma stay young performer, I'm a great one
And can't be a hustler that makes fun
Cause I hate guns on a deal ain't fun
So I legally, swagged out with my people
We know rapping
But we rocking like Tweetely?
And ain't coming of Eazy-street
My team believe we can go hard equally
Express yourself do it good
Express yourself i do it