The Man

I don't write my songs, I go to stu and do my thing She asked do I love her, I don't know, my answer's change I won't cuff no shorty, so believe there'll be no ring I don't love nobody but my God and my gang And I love my roster, all fifteen of them Do me wrong, I'll toss ya and focus on my M's Don't care I will block her, cause lil' boy I'm him Cause lil' boy I'm that guy My pockets is big like a fat guy My brother gon' spray make a rat die And I'ma bat, I'm a vampire Boy, I'm not serious, Its satire Like what do I say when you dead dry Yeah, I don't know what to say I don't know how I got here Yeah, I don't know where I am But two girls on my left and my right like I'm the man Kinda feel like I'm high, but I don't pop no Xans This girl here might type, yeah, I might throw some bands I'm tryna get right, but shorty got a mans But I don't care, I'm a man, it's a beast I'm ready to feast And I'm number one, I'm far in the lead Like RIP lil Keed, may he rest in peace Yeah, I don't know what to do Sippin' that pineapple Fanta, it's my favorite juice I got your girl at my crib and you know we let loose And my wrist new, and my neck new I just made 50K, yeah, times two Yeah, that's 100,000, boy, and all blues Yeah, my bills blue, but my fit all black I like Trackhawks, could care less bout a hellcat Shawty like my dreadlocks, yeah, might have to bag that Yeah, might have to snag that I don't even care her ass flat Free Young Thug, yeah, slatt I'm real vamp, yeah, Drac' Your boy Snitch, he a rat Yeah, boy, we can't have that All my dawgs, they on go All my rocks, they on froze They all talk, drop the lo' Make em' fall, domino I'm a dog, you a hoe I'm a real rock star, yeah, watch me rock and roll I been clean for so long, yeah, I don't like dro Put my whole life on the line, yeah, for my bro Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, for my bro