I'm The Man

Nigga had the nerve to fuckin' tell me niggas from the South can't spit
Bitch, I'll smack your dumb ass (Fayettenam, what up? Carolina, what up?)
We gon' call this joint right here "I'm The Man" (stupid-ass motherfuckers)
New York, what up? Queens (I'ma quit talking all that shit and about show y'all)
I'm here y'all (shout out the whole 86 Ave), not for long though
I told y'all niggas I'm gettin' this bread and I'm goin' home (my nigga D. Scott)
I'ma show y'all stupid-ass motherfuckers (coming soon, nigga, uh)
Rich Mitch, what up? (Dumb-ass niggas)

The heir to the throne, South nigga bred to the bone
But haters say he fled from his home (please)
Now picture that, I was 18 with million-dollar dreams (yeah)
Moved to Jamaica, Queens like Prince Akeem
But ain't lookin' for no queen (nah), came to get my cream (yup)
City on my back, I just lift my wings, I'm fly
You niggas on my dick, why lie?
Thought them niggas from the South couldn't spit, voilà

I'm here, humble out of respect, not fear
So please be clear, nigga, please beware
I'm a motherfuckin' monster, BS me?
Nah, my hand game like fuckin' PSP

Now pop the champagne, money is comin' soon
My dick do the damn thing, honey, it's cummin' soon
She's jerkin', bend her over, now she's hurtin'
Livin' reckless got me thinkin' of death, look how she's flirtin'

Well, fuck that bitch, man, a nigga tryna breathe (yeah)
Some of these niggas be tryna dick her down and leave
Rest in peace, y'all boys livin' too fast
Caught up in the cash and got shot up in a flash

'Ville niggas don't play
When it come to that money, think real niggas won't spray?
Midday when it's sunny, they kill niggas broad day
On some old new jack shit
This rap shit is like tag, nigga, you not it, so run

I'm the man (yeah)
Hey, I'm the man (I'm the man, I told y'all niggas, dog)
Yeah, I'm the man (simple as that)

Yeah (uh)
They say I act like I'm the man 'cause motherfucker, I am
Niggas study my style, I should be givin' exams
Damn, boy, I'm so flamboyant with the ensemble
Polo jacket, Polo tee, what a fine combo

And I'm the man, now understand a nigga bossin' (yeah)
Schemin' on that drop-top CL, but it's costin' (yeah)
Long-term plans for the fam, we'll be golfin'
Never catch a nigga double-crossin' unless I'm flossin' (whoo)
In the streets, niggas peaceful until you force 'em
To quarterback them bullet passes, you can Randy Moss 'em (Yeah)

Goddamn, you niggas got handled
Niggas only publishin', my style got sampled
So I switched like a thick bitch with some heels on
Seen a nigga get popped, I feel for him (yeah)
I know who did it, but you think I'm finna squeal on him? (Nah)

Shout out to R.J. Hill, I would kill for him
That's word, nigga, observe my genius
E&J sippin' got a nigga straight leanin'
My DNA drippin' while your girl stay drinkin'
I told you I'm the man, what the fuck y'all niggas thinkin'? Yeah

Yeah
Shout out to Fat Gear down in ATL (yeah, I'm the man), my nigga, what up? (I'm the man, nigga)
(Yeah, I'm the man), I'm the man, nigga
Shout out to my nigga Rico out in Chicago (yeah, I see you), yo

First and foremost, Fayettenam, what's good?
Carolina, what up?
Bull City, Raleigh, Charlotte, Winston-Salem, Greensboro, Wilmington, nigga
We everywhere, dog, you know?
I'm reppin' from long distance, man

I told y'all, boy, I'm 'bout to get this money and come home right quick
Y'all niggas still see me, though, you think I'm still there, y'all ain't even know I'm gone
I'm back so much, nigga
I hear y'all lil' niggas talking, nigga
Prince of the city, nigga, prince of the South, nigga, holla at me
You know? Heir to the throne, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Stover, William Derek George, John Cole Taylor
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