The Manuscript Songtext
von Yung Chi

You make it in Chicago you can make it anywhere
They give you life for a quarter key and they wouldn′t care
If it's not the opps, then it′s the cops that smoke you over here
At war with niccas that we played with in our underwear
That's how we living tho
Feeling like Hova shit was all good just a week ago
How fast that shit go out the door
This shit was taught to us
They put us in projects as a project and watched it alter us
We ain't never want no problems it was always brought to us
When elevate to shooting, what you think we ain′t supposed to bust?
And it hurt cause it be the ones that′s close to us
If we a team suppose to be the world envying us
I guess that's how it is when your homies get envious
Now its endless clips of retaliation
Doin the race is the closest thing there is to vacation
Get out of town after you handling that situation
Cause karma hit ya ass fast with no hesitation
For real


And this is just The Manuscript
Im hoping that you can handle it
Welcome to The Manuscript


Kingpins only end up with they head on a steak
Thought he was head of the state
And he wonder why
The FBI
Want that bread off your plate
Tryna be Ronnie Coleman handling that weight
Watch how you flexing you just might fuck up your vertebrae
This world aint shit
Gotta watch how you step in it
If you only verbal they′ll treat you like a predicate
This here is street etiquette
They say this life is scripted
This life we living
This shit we really live in
They ad-lib it
Make it the day without killing its God giving
Had to realize what God take is really God giving
I use to wonder how we inherit this odd living
Shots rang off we debate on the caliber we hearin
Pray for our children
Day by day its harder to go about
Odds stacked against us forcing us to take the same route
Got em thinking best way to make it out is with clout
So I came up with The Manuscript simple rules to making it out
For real

And this is just The Manuscript
Im hoping that you can handle it
Welcome to The Manuscript