The Man
She tells me that I'm going up, I'm coming up
We have the drugs, she wants the drugs, I got a song
She loves my style, she shows her friends, she puts the jewelry
Tell me, she is fair
'Cause I'm the man, I understand
All they show me love but to my back the hates apparent
I tried to stay away from all the face like I'm allergic
When they go out to party, I make music for the parties
I'm just making hits on hits on hits on hits
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I've been on my grind for so long ago
I got go pile bricks on bricks on bricks like I'm Pablo
Stay a step ahead is the follow
Living for today while they waiting on tomorrow
She tells me that I'm going up, I'm coming up
We have the drugs, she wants the drugs, I got a song
She loves my style, she shows her friends, she puts the jewelry
Tell me, she is fair
'Cause I'm the man, I understand
I have her formula
She's already headed to my place
It's a quarter past twenty-nine
For her to tell me I'm great, great
I've got a soundtrack
No need to head back to your place
She got work, early in the morning
Early in the morning
Early in the morning
She tells me that I'm going up, I'm coming up
We have the drugs, she wants the drugs, I got a song
She loves my style, she shows her friends, she puts the jewelry
Tell me, she ain't fake
'Cause I'm the man, I understand
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We have the drugs, she wants the drugs, I got a song
She loves my style, she shows her friends, she puts the jewelry
Tell me, she is fair
'Cause I'm the man, I understand
All they show me love but to my back the hates apparent
I tried to stay away from all the face like I'm allergic
When they go out to party, I make music for the parties
I'm just making hits on hits on hits on hits
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I've been on my grind for so long ago
I got go pile bricks on bricks on bricks like I'm Pablo
Stay a step ahead is the follow
Living for today while they waiting on tomorrow
She tells me that I'm going up, I'm coming up
We have the drugs, she wants the drugs, I got a song
She loves my style, she shows her friends, she puts the jewelry
Tell me, she is fair
'Cause I'm the man, I understand
I have her formula
She's already headed to my place
It's a quarter past twenty-nine
For her to tell me I'm great, great
I've got a soundtrack
No need to head back to your place
She got work, early in the morning
Early in the morning
Early in the morning
She tells me that I'm going up, I'm coming up
We have the drugs, she wants the drugs, I got a song
She loves my style, she shows her friends, she puts the jewelry
Tell me, she ain't fake
'Cause I'm the man, I understand
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Carr Rafelson
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