Hype Man

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh no I'm no Hype Man nah
Oh no I'm no Hype Man

Left hand on her lap and then a blunt up in my right hand
I'm just bout to blow up with my niggas til the night ends
Bitches steady calling while my phone on my nightstand
I just want the money fuck the fame I'm no Hype Man

Hype Man, Hype Man, I'm no Hype Man
Diamonds froze on my wrist I'm the ice man
Talking down you get hit I'm no nice man
You won't never see me fold in my life man

7th Grade wearing J's like the flight man
I was walking through the halls feeling right man
Want my chains VVS with the nice bands
Them Cartiers on my face with the white lens

And I promise I'm gon make a million
For them niggas that told me I'm killing it
Went to court and they told me I'm innocent
Pray the lord that I stack up my dividends
I was locked in the cell with a middle man
And he said if I want it go get it man
Want a Rolex don't fuck with no silly bands
Dirty diamonds, they shining and glistening yeah yeah

Ooh they say I'm awesome
Stay like by my side homie you can watch me blossom
I don't play no games if he want it Ima toss em
Yeah I dropped the ball, grabbed the mic and started talking and rapping

I just wanna know why they hate me
Ima keep on going til they ring me
I ain't even do it but they blame me
And my pockets getting long like I'm KD

Left hand on her lap and then a blunt up in my right hand
I'm just bout to blow up with my niggas til the night ends
Bitches steady calling while my phone on my nightstand
I just want the money fuck the fame I'm no Hype Man

Hype Man, Hype Man, I'm no Hype Man
Diamonds froze on my wrist I'm the ice man
Talking down you get hit I'm no nice man
You won't never see me fold in my life man

Yeah I'm bout to get so rich huh
I don't wanna take no pics, no
I just wanna ice my wrist huh
Niggas don't match my drip, no
Gotta new phone, who dis? huh
Don't give a fuck bout no bitch, no

I'm bout to stack up my dough every nigga just know that I'm taxing you
Yes on my life Ima make like a rack or two
Bro hit me up said my shit is just slapping fool
I'm bout to fuck on my bitch at the avenue
Some niggas ask me how long I been rapping I tell em the truth
Like a year maybe two huh
But I'm flyer than you huh
Always high in the stu huh

Yeah yeah yeah
I'm in the middle like Malcolm
I don't use nothing but Magnums
Said that he winning I passed him
I want my shit to go platinum
Been through a lot in my past now
R.I.P. to my uncle he passed now
But I'm stacking my bread like the bread house
Making more than like half of you niggas

Sit back reminisce to what I'm saying huh
If you want it just go get it I ain't playing huh
I just really feel like Ima be the man huh
It's just like me against the world so I'm like damn huh

When I get my racks up I'm gon hide it in my sock man
I will not portray myself of being what I'm not man
All I know is peace but if you blow it then you drop man
I grew with a purpose so my mind is on the top man

Hype Man, Hype Man, I'm no Hype Man
Diamonds froze on my wrist I'm the ice man
Talking down you get hit I'm no nice man
You won't never see me fold in my life man

Yeah yeah, in my life man
You won't never see me fold in my life man
Got my niggas so you know I'm alright man
Yeah yeah
I'm no Hype Man