The Man

Yeah
It's SnakeEyez man
I gotta let 'em know

When I'm in the club
I'm the man bro
I'm the man yo
I'm the man though
When I'm in the booth
I'm the man bro
I'm the man yo
I'm the man though
What happened to you?
Thought you was the man bro?
Thought you made dough?
Where yo man's go?
When you pulled up
With your ugly h*
Thought you was the man yo?
You a sham bro

When I'm in the club
I'm the man bro
I'm the man yo
I'm the man though
When I'm in the booth
I'm the man bro
I'm the man yo
I'm the man though
What happened to you?
Thought you was the man bro?
Thought you made dough?
Where yo man's go?
When you pulled up
With your ugly h*
Thought you was the man yo?
You a sham bro

I know I'm the man, I ain't got to be endorsed
Hip hop done fell down, I got to carry the torch
N feeling himself cause he got him a little cash
I'll do him like his A&R does his music, throw his a in the trash
I don't do well with s talkers, I carry a muzzle
Scrawny a n flexing, but he ain't got no muscles
He showed guns on the 'gram like he about that life
I saw him going through a midlife crisis when he split with his wife
Talking about the h ain't got my heart, you my one and only
I guess I ain't the only one that could recognize a phony
Keep my name out your mouth, fore I have your lips doing yoga
Put more lead in your a than a Ticonderoga
I ain't gangster or street, but don't play me for a p
Nobody likes to shoved, so stop trying to push me
Stay in your lane, stop veering into oncoming traffic
Fore I make your a extinct like you live in Jurassic
You washed up and burned out, you not even in your prime
Keep rapping about dope so much, you'll go back to bagging dimes
If this was a race against hate, I'll be declared the winner
Keep f with me, I'll have your ex-wife over for dinner

When I'm in the club
I'm the man bro
I'm the man yo
I'm the man though
When I'm in the booth
I'm the man bro
I'm the man yo
I'm the man though
What happened to you?
Thought you was the man bro?
Thought you made dough?
Where yo man's go?
When you pulled up
With your ugly h*
Thought you was the man yo?
You a sham bro

When I'm in the club
I'm the man bro
I'm the man yo
I'm the man though
When I'm in the booth
I'm the man bro
I'm the man yo
I'm the man though
What happened to you?
Thought you was the man bro?
Thought you made dough?
Where yo man's go?
When you pulled up
With your ugly h*
Thought you was the man yo?
You a sham bro

I make music that appeals to the masses
Your career is dead weight, that b really belong in a casket
You hating on me n, all you do is copy and paste
You ain't hard n, heard your first job was Postmates
Them h you f with, you had them last year
You a reptile, your ex wasn't fooled by them crocodile tears
So much snot in your nose, I thought you was Roscoe
Too much sauce with them emotions, lay off the Tabasco
I write my own s, you got Casper on speed dial
I ain't the Salvation Army n, you can't borrow my style
Don't take it out on me that you got label problems
You was born and raised in Manchester, what the h you know about Harlem?
I'm living the same way you are, only mine's was self made
You made yourself public enemy, but you ain't Flavor Flav
It's all good and well making faces in the mirror
You still stuck in your past, we moved on to a different era

When I'm in the club
I'm the man bro
I'm the man yo
I'm the man though
When I'm in the booth
I'm the man bro
I'm the man yo
I'm the man though
What happened to you?
Thought you was the man bro?
Thought you made dough?
Where yo man's go?
When you pulled up
With your ugly h*
Thought you was the man yo?
You a sham bro

You keep making threats, I ain't tryna get involved
You hooked on nostalgia, I know how to evolve
Your label got you selling music out the trunk of your car
You a nebula in this game, I'm a rising star
All this poison ivy all around, they know I'm a triple threat
So many false starts tryna block me, I ain't even get set
Hold on your ex is on the other line, she said I'm a great listener
She told me her hair smells good when she put on that conditioner
You can come and watch if you like, I'll have to charge you admission
I don't do threesome with dudes, so don't ask to audition
I saw your IG with your girl, we were amused when you spoke on your goons
I played my music in her ears, she was in love with my tunes
She called me 50 Cent and Chris Brown all rolled into one
She wanted some of my genes, so she asked me to give her a son
I got too many clothes in my closet, I ain't got room for a stroller
She put her finger on my lips and told me to shut up and hold her
I ain't got the energy to settle down, I'm too d sluggish
You ain't no stewardess, you can't handle all of my luggage
She whispered in my ear, she ain't innocent either
With all of the s she told me, I was surprised that he didn't leave her
I grew tired of listening, I turned up the TV
I admit she was nice with it, she was a hot zone hunter
He missed out on her expertise, d that's a bummer
When she went to sleep, I snuck out through the back
That n was waiting for me, he had my a cracked
Put a weapon to my face, he said I done f up
I told him that was his girl, I guess I was way too much
He pulled the trigger on me, and I closed my eyes
He didn't have the heart to do it, he broke down and cried
I couldn't believe it, I actually felt sorry for this n
There was no difference between us, I just never got the picture



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Writer(s): Antonio Lee
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