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