Man Down
Shots fired, pulled the trigger
Flesh wound on a nigga
Damaged ribs, imma need a stitch up
Bandages won't fix the image
Broken frame, perfect picture
Pouring rain, don't care for a drizzle
All the pain, I can stand a little
Easing my brain, hurting down the middle
I know, I know what they saying
But I would rather not pay it mind or face it
They just splatter my name all over the pavement
Took time to piece me but we finally made it
And they be screaming man down
(Man down, man down)
Not dying where I stand now
(Stand now, stand now)
They tryna take ya man down
(Man down, man down)
But they can't get me, should've never met me
Hate's a brand now
(Brand now, brand now)
They tryna get me, making my life messy now
Hate is brand that you wear constantly
And the source of that brand is tryna hollow me
Many people pretend they don't call on me
Many people pretend that they don't follow me
Crazy I'm nothing, not something, not to anyone
No matter how close we get, many people just up and run
The real ones falling off, they hanging from a limb
The fake ones not involved whenever I step in
I guess it's me an lonely hanging out again
While I'm minding my business, I got many wondering
And they be screaming man down
Not dying where I stand now
Flesh wound on a nigga
Damaged ribs, imma need a stitch up
Bandages won't fix the image
Broken frame, perfect picture
Pouring rain, don't care for a drizzle
All the pain, I can stand a little
Easing my brain, hurting down the middle
I know, I know what they saying
But I would rather not pay it mind or face it
They just splatter my name all over the pavement
Took time to piece me but we finally made it
And they be screaming man down
(Man down, man down)
Not dying where I stand now
(Stand now, stand now)
They tryna take ya man down
(Man down, man down)
But they can't get me, should've never met me
Hate's a brand now
(Brand now, brand now)
They tryna get me, making my life messy now
Hate is brand that you wear constantly
And the source of that brand is tryna hollow me
Many people pretend they don't call on me
Many people pretend that they don't follow me
Crazy I'm nothing, not something, not to anyone
No matter how close we get, many people just up and run
The real ones falling off, they hanging from a limb
The fake ones not involved whenever I step in
I guess it's me an lonely hanging out again
While I'm minding my business, I got many wondering
And they be screaming man down
Not dying where I stand now
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Writer(s): Keyon Warner
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