(Hook x2)
And I be feelin’ like the man, f** what everybody sayin’
Feelin’ like the man, f** what anybody sayin’
Feelin’ like the man, f** what anybody sayin’
Feelin’ get in, tell me fair, is there anybody else?
(Verse)
We had Remi bottles, Henny bottles by the box
Bullsh**tin’, celebratin’, watch my n***as graduate from penny stocks
Life a mystery, got us like what the f** is in this box
Lemme guess, bet my carry customer, my Bentley stock
Show no love to any thot, but this rap sh** lookin’ hella sweet
Rappers lookin’ like Willie Wonka, I got hits like Willy Mays
Back to back to back, that’s that rap hit succession
Wanna match?! It’s a session! Goin’ down, right now
Bring yo a**, bring yo gas, and three four packs
Of whateva you will grab, got a problem? We can talk it out
We got the gift of Gap, cuz we Gods
If we not, sh**, G ain’t grab the Smith and Weston
(Boom boom) These n***as got a problem with me?
They want a problem with squad, gang, and all of their heat?
Half of my team teems and they all on their feet
I be lit cuz I’m a enlightened, and it’s also the beat
(Hook x2)
(Verse 2)
And I was Long Beach, Hollywood, Bel Air
Wood Law, Stony Island, Fort Tent
Soundscape, cla**ic, antic, ditchin’ cla**
Meeting up with she, talking perfect balance
Got cars, smokin’ dope, in the queer, rare headed
09, when I was selling Knicks games, they makin’ their bands
Watchin’ everybody turn to wanna-bes and minnie men
b**hes resume like 50 Cent, ‘Many Men’
Got yo chronic dope I ship across the country
Nowadays I just want bands, f** an Uncle Sam
It’s sad what the crack did to my uncles, man
My fault, how they say you bangin’, say they luv ya, haaa?
I’m more than a man, I’m rolling a grander
Comatose, hope I don’t sell my soul
I prefer an animal than bein’ off on Xanax
Luv to reminisce, cuz we did it how we planned
f** you sayin?
(Hook x2)