The Man
I deserve a fucking standing ovation
Ya man is out this world like the space station
I create playlists, I started in my basement
My legs tired cause this dream I be chasin'
They say the type of shit I'm spittin' is a thing of the past
I guess that means I'm here to bring it back
Like a boomerang, ready for the big screen, Pootie Tang
Tryin' to get a Lil Pump in, Gucci Gang
Get out ya feelings nigga, this ain't a R&B track
I give niggas heart attacks like the cardiac kid
Read and react, keep it intact
Once I take the crown I don't play on giving it back
Split ya wig peel it back, how I murder beats
It's no mystery, everybody knew it was me
Kill 'em in broad daylight, I think I'm Frank Lucas
Welcome to the Sunken Place, you just sank into it
Ya mans stupid, the boy be wilin'
Know for crazy freestylin'
That should've landed him in the asylum
I had to convince them I wasn't violent
I'm tryin' watch this money pile up so high I could climb it
Rappers nowadays mostly disgust me
There's only a few real ones left just trust me
Only God can judge me, do not rush me
They can not touch me and it feels so lovely
You got nothing better to do than to discuss me?
Enough of the fuckery, accept the fact that you stuck with me
Cause I ain't going nowhere like the car is in park
You ain't even got a key for it to start
Get lost, get out my face
You way outta line and way, way out of ya lane
I gotta put em all in they place across all fifty states
Guess I gotta prepare to hear 'em all bitch and complain
Fuck it, this the life I live
Anything in my sights I kill
I know moms raised me better
Can't seem to keep it together
These niggas are pushing me to the edge of a cliff
Conspiring, yeah they wanna see me fall
Something feels off, my environment feels odd
The mind of a Jedi is what I got
Always hit my target, I'm a dead eye shot
Sniper
And I quote
Ya man is out this world like the space station
I create playlists, I started in my basement
My legs tired cause this dream I be chasin'
They say the type of shit I'm spittin' is a thing of the past
I guess that means I'm here to bring it back
Like a boomerang, ready for the big screen, Pootie Tang
Tryin' to get a Lil Pump in, Gucci Gang
Get out ya feelings nigga, this ain't a R&B track
I give niggas heart attacks like the cardiac kid
Read and react, keep it intact
Once I take the crown I don't play on giving it back
Split ya wig peel it back, how I murder beats
It's no mystery, everybody knew it was me
Kill 'em in broad daylight, I think I'm Frank Lucas
Welcome to the Sunken Place, you just sank into it
Ya mans stupid, the boy be wilin'
Know for crazy freestylin'
That should've landed him in the asylum
I had to convince them I wasn't violent
I'm tryin' watch this money pile up so high I could climb it
Rappers nowadays mostly disgust me
There's only a few real ones left just trust me
Only God can judge me, do not rush me
They can not touch me and it feels so lovely
You got nothing better to do than to discuss me?
Enough of the fuckery, accept the fact that you stuck with me
Cause I ain't going nowhere like the car is in park
You ain't even got a key for it to start
Get lost, get out my face
You way outta line and way, way out of ya lane
I gotta put em all in they place across all fifty states
Guess I gotta prepare to hear 'em all bitch and complain
Fuck it, this the life I live
Anything in my sights I kill
I know moms raised me better
Can't seem to keep it together
These niggas are pushing me to the edge of a cliff
Conspiring, yeah they wanna see me fall
Something feels off, my environment feels odd
The mind of a Jedi is what I got
Always hit my target, I'm a dead eye shot
Sniper
And I quote
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Writer(s): Maynor Humberto Bardales-amaya
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