What's up man, niggas be talking shit man
Fuck them niggas man, it's '07 man
We gotta do this shit man
Crack that 40 man, put it in the air
Ride it, gangsta, what's that B? Let's go
What you dipping in? What you sipping on?
Free for stomping on the hardest streets you walking on
Flow splendid, flow terrific, flow so damn gifted
Different style switching shit, I put your artist on
Old school hip hop, rap wrapped in a modern song
I'm rapping monotone, I hope you not alarmed
Mind like Donald Goines free not going to the prom
Don't got time for the books, just got time for the boy
That'll hustle when they was one two that y'all boys
Ain't no thing to the boy, see boy, duck from the boys
It's an everyday struggle that I became accustomed to
To connect things looking up for the boy
I hustled from 8th grade to 10th grade
I flipped school, turned part-time to full-time
Them niggas is flodge and they is bitchmade
They listening to them teachers, they on fool's time
They jacking my ad-libs, that ain't me
See them niggas with big beards, that ain't me
Free, I'm the man y'all waiting to be
Man y'all waiting to see, y'all not letting me breathe
Extra heat in the stashes, that is me
3 Or 4 hood classics, that is me
Free, I'm the man y'all waiting to see
Man y'all waiting to be, y'all still waiting to eat
Cats hollow them, low-jack 'em and follow them
Tell 'em other rapper boys that borrows boy'll swallow them
Whole, borrow them, soul, put the 4-5 to them
Or lyrically body them, flying them
Cold flow like the Atlantic Ocean, ain't nobody hotter than
Freezer got the potion, women open off the sight of him
More focus and more open off a night with him
But I gotta fire them, I can't spend my life with them
All these rap niggas trying to get up in the spot I'm in
But they gassed, they can't breathe, they need oxygen
My pockets fat, never seen my pockets thin
I was hustling when Wu was wearing Willy Rockasins
It was pistol pockets then, Carhartt, chocolate Timbs
Small but I box 'em in, pop your men, all heart
Shots to Zane, shots to Body, shots to Ant, shots to O
Shots to Mall, shots to Bird, all y'all locking in
Wilding in that confinement until your jail time end
When you come home, we shining again
They jacking my ad-libs, that ain't me
See them niggas with big beards, that ain't me
Free, I'm the man y'all waiting to be
Man y'all waiting to see, y'all not letting me breathe
Extra heat in the stashes, that is me
3 Or 4 hood classics, that is me
Free, I'm the man y'all waiting to see
Man y'all waiting to be, y'all still waiting to eat
Y'all still waiting to eat
They jacking my ad-libs, that ain't me
See them niggas with big beards, that ain't me
Free, I'm the man y'all waiting to be
Man y'all waiting to see, y'all not letting me breathe
Extra heat in the stashes, that is me
3 Or 4 hood classics, that is me
Free, I'm the man y'all waiting to see
Man y'all waiting to be, y'all still waiting to eat
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