Man of the Hour

The man of the hour
All I want is the money and power
So hungry everything get devoured
Can't believe that the game turned sour
Bet H B remain stiff as a tower
When I leave bitch don't leave me no flowers
Niggas frying behind fucking with ours
Niggas frying behind tucking with ours

While y'all was clubbing I was beating the block
I dropped a zip and it jumped out the pot
Got it out the mud what you niggas forgot
Was so far at the bottom that I couldn't see the top
I flipped it stack it had to flip it again
If I did it once I can do it again
Niggas love you hate you then they love you again
But I'm here to make money not mf friends
Turned myself to the boss
Maybach they don't know the cost
The Cadillac yea I tossed it
now we in the Benz candy glossing
I'm in Denver bout a mile up
Sit back let the money pile up
Say u wanted smoke nigga fire it up
I'm outside with my sliders
They don't even rap but I signed em
Guess they don't like how we shine huh
Got foreigns back to back behind us
If you repping throw your side up
Youngsters call me Og slime huh
Kill yo Ass bout a dime huh
Make them hoes stay in line huh

The man of the hour
All I want is the money and power
So hungry everything get devoured
Can't believe that the game turned sour
Bet H B remain stiff as a tower
When I leave bitch don't leave me no flowers
Niggas frying behind fucking with ours
Niggas frying behind fucking with ours

In love with the streets so I married the game
Tunnel vision while I carry the flame
Stood outside in the snow or the rain
Look at Hot boy living up to his name
Everywhere I go I'm leaving a stain
Gotta thank God for some pure cocaine
Make a lil change they look at you strange
Play me too close and I'm letting it bang
I was dead broke still wasn't ashamed
Stole from the mall just so I can maintain
Nothing to eat had to feed off the pain
Where was niggas at they was doing they thing
Now I'm up keep them racks in they face
Go to sacks blow a bag everyday
Yea it's my time cause I patiently waited
Never gave up cause I knew I would make it
I spent a band on my shoes
You know how broke niggas do
Feel like they want me to lose
Cause I'm still playing by the old rules
I knock the cap off a capper
These niggas half ass rappers
And I took a trap from a trapper
Cause these boys was hustling backwards

The man of the hour
All I want is the money and power
So hungry everything get devoured
Can't believe that the game turned sour
Bet H B remain stiff as a tower
When I leave bitch don't leave me no flowers
Niggas frying behind fucking with ours
Niggas frying behind fucking with ours



Credits
Writer(s): Jomo Griffin
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