[Wstęp] He gonna have the nerve to fucking tell me niggas from the south can’t spit? Bitch I’ll smack your dumb ass (Fayettenam what up? Carolina what up?) Stupid ass mother fuckers (New York, what up? Queens) I'mma quit talking shit and about show y’all I told y’all niggas that I’m getting my bread and going home I'mma show you all stupid ass motherfuckers (Coming soon, nigga) Dumb ass niggas
[Wers 1] 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 looking for no queen, (nah) Came to get my c.r.e.a.m. (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, violá I’m here. humble out of respect, not fear So please be clear, nigga please beware I’m a motherfucking monster, B.S. me? (naw) No, my hand game like fucking PSP! Now pop the champagne, money is coming soon My dick do the damn thing, honey it’s cumming soon She jerking, bend her over, now she hurting Living reckless got me thinking of death, look how she flirting Well, fuck that bitch, man a nigga tryna breathe (yea) Some of these niggas be tryna dick her down and leave Rest In Peace, ya’ll boys living too fast Caught up in the cash, and got shot up in a flash Ville niggas don’t play When it comes to that money, think real niggas won’t spray? Mid-day 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
Ha ha ah I’m the man, hahaha, yea hey I’m the man I’m the man, (I told ya’ll niggas) I’m the man
[Wers 2] Yea, uh They say I act like I’m the man, cuz motherfucka I am Niggas study my style, I should be giving 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’, (yea) Scheming on that drop top CL but it’s costing (yea) Long term plans for the fam, we’ll be golfing Never catch a nigga double-crossing, unless i’m flossing (woo) In the streets niggas peaceful until you force em' To quarter back them bullet passes, you could Randy Moss ‘em Goddamn you niggas got handled Niggas only publishing, my style got sampled So I switched like a thick bitch with some heels on I seen a nigga get popped, I feel for ‘em I know who did it, but you think I’m finna squeal on him? Shout out to R.J. Hill I would kill for him That’s word, nigga observe my genius E&J sipping got a nigga straight leaning My DNA dripping while your girl stay drinking, (haha) I told y’all I’m the man, what the fuck ya’ll niggas thinking?
Yea, Yeah I’m the man I’m the man nigga And I’m the man I’m the man nigga (I’m the man)
[Zakończenie] Yea First and foremost, Fayettenam what’s good? Carolina, what up? Bull city, Raleigh, Charlotte, Salem Greensboro, Wimbledon, nigga Everywhere dog, I’m repping 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 tho, you think I’m still there; you ain’t even know I’m gone Back so much, nigga I hear you all little niggas talking, nigga Prince of the city, nigga Prince of the south, nigga, holla at me Ya know? Heir to the throne, bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
