[Intro]
Yeah
Ah Yeah Uh
Whoa Yeah
Yeah
I like that sh**
Uh uh uh
[Verse 1: Monty C. Benjamin]
Oh my god
Young n***a just k** sh**
I ain't talm bout oddjobbs
Flow so sharp
Think twice
For a n***a this nice
This someone you can't out smart
Tell all y'all
Better calibrate y'all watch
It's my time b**h
Stop all that talk
When i'm rhyming
I got remarkable timing
I'm in this ho
Cincinnati my home
Made the sound
So it's known
Can't compete at this rate
I could k** em with a mixtape
Cause the n***a lyrics in shape
Uh
Good lord
This boy
Be spitting
Feeling like
Everything
That the game
Been missing
Dipset fans
Like no he didn't
Pause that game
Abort yo mission
Ow
Remote controlling these n***as
I'm gripping the grain
But not holdin on my liquor
It's like i got a black hole in my liver
Errything cool till a n***a can't get up
Uh
Glide on this beat like rollie
Why y'all just sitting there tickin'
Listen
Tick tick tick
This sh** sick-ening
Make my hits
Grand slam 9th inning
Whoa
Man how you deal with the dope
How about upping the dose
Too much
Relapse from hearing a quote
Who the
f** made all these eddie kane juniors
Whoo
You hoes should know me better
More misses than kobe record
Man Me and winning just go together
Hold on let's make this clear
Im the man round here
[Hook]
I'm the man round here
Aye I'm the man round here
Tell em I'm the man round here
I'm the man round here
Yeah I'm the man round here
Tell em I'm the man round here
I'm the man round here
Number one with that style
Number one with that flow
Act like you know
Better act like you know
Now now now now
Now let's go
[Verse 2: Oski Isaiah]
Talk the sh** we is
Loud blunts
n***a that's the way we roll
Boy that's how i live
Tell em i'm bout my sh**
Tell em i'm bout my bread
Thoughts of my dick
To yo b**h
That's in and out her head
n***a let's get these checks
I'm with it
Putting on for the address
If you're far from home
You'll be finessed
But
You have no right to be shamed
That sh** happens to the best
Hold on bruh
Not to me
Not to oski
Not the homies
Won't cop louboutin
And take eurosteps
May get foreign p**y
And finger roll it
Uh
I bet you ain't know it
But I'll admit i done seen moments
Outer bodies of me flowin'
Where it all just seems bogus
Like
How we come out of nowhere
How we get that wholesome b**h
To go there
Taking their tops
But i refuse to share
Let em talk crazy
I refuse to care
Yeah
I'm so sick of playing nice to y'all
That's why i get in the booth
And take knife to y'all
Slicing y'all
If time is money
We can't spend another night
With y'all
Stay when they wondering
When will these n***as lights come on
Then realize i been keeping them on life support
Sheesh
Yeah
Play it cool or i'll yank that plug
And rest a**ure when i make a move
It's to pay the bruh's
Duh
The L.M.E team is the meanest
And if you talking bout Oski
Say Isiah let them know
You mean this
sh**
Let em know all about that
Let em know that
My n***as my n***as
That's before during or without rap
My eye on the dollar
I must be the man
Hold my n***as down
I must be the man
Say all the real n***as
f** with me fam
I'm sorry p**y boy
You stuck with the man
[Verse 3: 222]
All ya know
Is I got dough
And I hate hoes
Find sugar momma's
Paper stacking like marijuana
It's growing on her
Its growing on her
They all s**y like young Madonna
Ones a doctor
Ones a lawyer
Ones a judge and I said your honor
You lock me up I'm not Cumming on ya
Cumming in ya
Call me ninja
But she let me go
And I just bent her
Over over in Pensacola
She brought the c**a
Like it was cola
Then I rolled up
A spliff and told her
You give me money I'll throw it on ya
Tax dollars
Hard at twerk
And I been the man, since birth
No Benjamin bu*ton
I never been fronting
The Man of the year
That's the end of discussion
Bussing and bussin with no repercussion
And finding the rhythm like I'm the percussion
I been getting money that's easy bake oven
And cooking the heat up, you get it? you dumbin
The lyrics are coming full circle like funyun
And I been the man around here to these youngins