(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)