Who Da Man

When you coming from a land where the guns don’t jam And you feel your niggas in a trance Everybody want they stamp so they putting on a stand So they feel they been the man Like a man was ever in the household Man when he left out you was how old Man that shit always rubbed me in the wrong way Almost shot my 31 in the hallway I ain’t never do ski trips Ski mask on you don’t see shit Any given Sunday will he beam this Bullet through your dome like Dallas (Cowboys) Pushing on my buttons you gon dial this Number to god that’s a foul trip I don’t even know when I talk now I don’t even know what it cost it now Shit Ain’t bragging know a lot stay flagging Like the ref seen infractions breaking down our rations Uncle hate me but taxing listen to me not babbling My dogs backwoods be passing who can tell me what happened Had dogs pass them back woods looking for my people Now the sequel is a little nigga running round the hood with a dessert eagle Not equal to the skin so white where you probably ask god to bleach you Know I see you but you gotta stay true to yourself White wash Clorox to a color don’t help but When you coming from a land where the guns don’t jam And you feel your niggas in a trance Everybody want they stamp so they putting on a stand So they feel they been the man Like a man was ever in the household Man when he left out you was how old Man that shit always rubbed me in the wrong way Almost shot my 31 in the hallway I don’t never wanna preach and shit like I’m pass the rich I might pass a bitch and brown water sip till a nigga sick Like it was flint but I still ain’t flinch No father figure but I had big poppa Told me f*ck hoes never said be proper Now we got our pants hanging lower than our boxers Yeah he got that strap nothing wrong with his posture Black man don’t slow down let em know who the man now We was broke but we been found how we built never break down We was up on the backstreets wasn’t listening to backstreet Find it hard but we made peace they don’t get it if you ask me When you coming from a land where the guns don’t jam And you feel your niggas in a trance Everybody want they stamp so they putting on a stand So they feel they been the man Like a man was ever in the household Man when he left out you was how old Man that shit always rubbed me in the wrong way Almost shot my 31 in the hallway Almost shot my 31 in the hallway Almost shot my 31 in the hallway