[Intro]
You wanted a response? Here—clean, cold, and on beat.
[Hook]
You don’t rap, you don’t build, you just talk for the room,
Say it loud, then when it lands you play “what’d I do?”
“Made Manny” is a tag, not a résumé you can use,
So keep my name in your mouth—I’ll leave truth in the groove.
[Verse 1]
You got that slick-tongue habit: throw shade, laugh, retreat,
Then pop back when it’s safe like you didn’t mean heat.
Always half-said, side-eyed, “bro it’s not that deep,”
But it’s deep when the words come back and you can’t delete.
You want respect on demand with no work behind it,
Want the crown in the caption, not the time to refine it.
You talk like a boss, but your moves don’t match—
All bark in the front, all excuses in the back.
You love the gray area—lets you slip out clean,
Say something foul, then hide in “I’m just being me.”
Nah. Being you is the issue, that’s the point of this track:
You gamble with people’s patience, then act shocked when it snaps.
[Bridge – spoken]
No hands. Just receipts—and a name that starts costing you.
[Verse 2]
You’re loud when there’s witnesses, quiet when it’s direct,
Brave with a buffer, soft when you’re asked to connect.
You don’t want smoke, you want a moment you can screenshot,
A little drama, then a bounce when the spotlight gets hot.
You stir the pot, then you play referee,
Act like you’re above it while you’re feeding the recipe.
You judge from the sidelines like you earned that position,
But you dodge real questions like they come with conditions.
You love “keep it real” when it’s someone else’s expense,
Then “chill, I was joking” the second you feel defense.
That’s not confidence, Manny—that’s a coward’s two-step:
Say it, deny it, rewrite it, hope the room forgets.
[Verse 3]
So here’s the pressure, nonviolent, still heavy:
I’ll pin your patterns to your name, make it permanent, ready.
I’ll line up your contradictions like dates in a folder,
Let the room do the math while your excuses get older.
Every time you start that same mess, folks gon’ say, “That’s Manny,”
And the room gets quiet ‘cause they know what comes after.
You’ll start weighing your words like they’re bills you can’t pay,
‘Cause I’ll turn your whole “talk” into a file you can’t erase.
[Hook]
You don’t rap, you don’t build, you just talk for the room,
Say it loud, then when it lands you play “what’d I do?”
“Made Manny” is a tag, not a résumé you can use,
So keep my name in your mouth—I’ll leave truth in the groove.
[Outro – spoken]
Keep the nickname.
I’m keeping the receipts.
ColdVerse
