**Verse 1**
Welcome to the tale of a don, a street king,
Taking a journey to the roots, where the streetlights sing.
Hopped off the porch, where the shadows play,
Dartmouth Street memories lighting up the way.
**Chorus**
From the liquor store runs to the sound of my gun blowing,
Chasing dreams through the night, where the wild things come.
Barely twelve, but life showed me the score,
Breaking all the rules, oh, we wanted more.
**Verse 2**
Momma called me Mr. Manz, wise beyond my years,
Raised by the concrete, drowning in my fears.
Stacking that paper, the hustle was real,
With a .357 heart, I learned how to feel.
**Chorus**
From the liquor store runs to the sound of my gun blowing,
Chasing dreams through the night, where the wild things come.
Barely twelve, but life showed me the score,
Breaking all the rules, oh, we wanted more.
**Bridge**
Flint’s cold nights, where the stars meet the grind,
In a ruthless game, leave your heart far behind.
But through all the struggles, I learned to be tough,
With strength like a lion, can’t ever get enough.
**Chorus**
From the liquor store runs to the sound of my gun blowing,
Chasing dreams through the night, where the wild things come.
Barely twelve, but life showed me the score,
Breaking all the rules, oh, we wanted more.
**Outro**
So welcome to my life, where the streets tell a tale,
Of a don on a journey, destined not to fail.
With every step forward, I embrace the fight,
In the dance of survival, I find my own light say no more my pops had them hands of steel created a son that wasn't afraid to lay yo ass down when it came to color black or white never fucking mattered the color of my gun smoke that's what mattered cus I'm a flint town general and this is my story Bitch
