I'm The Man

**** had the nerve to fuckin' tell me **** in the South can't spit

Bitch, I'll smack your dumb ass

Fayettenam, what up? Carolina, what up?

We gon' call this joint right here "I'm The Man"

Stupid-ass motherfuckers

New York, what up? Queens

I'm just talking all that shit and about show y'all

Shout out the whole 86 Ave, my **** D. Scott

Y'all been knowin', I told y'all **** I'm gettin' this bread and I'm goin' home

Show y'all stupid-ass motherfuckers, ****

We coming soon

Rich Mitch, what up?

Uh, dumbass ****

The heir to the throne, a South **** bred to the bone

But haters say he fled from his home

Please

Now picture that, I was eighteen with million-dollar dreams

Yeah

Moved to Jamaica, Queens like Prince Akeem

But ain't lookin' for no queen, came to get my cream

Nah, yup

City on my back, I just lift my wings, I'm fly

You **** on my dick, why lie?

Thought them **** from the South couldn't spit, voilà

I'm here, humble out of respect, not fear

So please be clear, ****, please beware

I'm a motherfuckin' monster, BS me?

Nah, my hand game like a fuckin' PSP

Now pop the champagne, money is comin' soon

My dick do the damn thing, honey, it's cummin' soon

She jerkin', bend her over, now she hurtin'

Livin' reckless got me thinkin' of death, look how she flirtin'

Well, fuck that bitch, man, a **** tryna breathe, yeah

But some of these **** be tryna dick her down and leave

Rest in peace, y'all boys livin' too fast

Caught up in the cash and got shot up in a flash, 'Ville **** don't play

When it come to that money, think real **** won't spray?

Midday when it's sunny, they kill **** broad day

On some old new jack shit

This rap shit is like tag, ****, you not it, so run

I'm the man, yeah

Hey, I'm the man

I'm the man, I told y'all ****, dog

Yeah, I'm the man

Simple as that

Yeah, uh

They say I act like I'm the man 'cause motherfucker, I am

**** study my style, I should be givin' exams

Damn, boy, I'm so flamboyant with the ensemble

Polo jacket, Polo tee, what a fine combo

And I'm the man, now understand a **** bossin'

Yeah

Schemin' on that drop-top CL, but it's costin'

Yeah

Long-term plans for the fam, we'll be golfin'

Never catch a **** double-crossin' unless I'm flossin'

Woo

In the streets, **** peaceful until you force 'em

To quarterback them bullet passes, you can Randy Moss 'em

Yeah

Goddamn, you **** got handled

**** only publishin', my style got sampled

So I switched like a thick bitch with some heels on

Seen a **** get popped, I feel for him

Yeah

I know who did it, but you think I'm finna squeal on him?

Nah

Shout out to R.J. Hill, I would kill for him

That's word, ****, observe my genius

E&J sippin' got a **** straight leanin'

My DNA drippin' while your girl stay drinkin'

I told you I'm the man, what the fuck y'all **** thinkin'? Yeah

Yeah, I'm the man

Shout out to Fat Gear down in ATL, my ****, what up?

I'm the man, ****

Yeah, I'm the man

I'm the man, ****

You know I'm the man

Shout out to my **** Rico out in Chicago, I see you

Yeah, yo

First and foremost, Fayettenam, what's good?

Carolina, what up?

Bull City, Raleigh, Charlotte, Winston-Salem, Greensboro, Wilmington, ****

Everywhere, dog, you know?

I'm reppin' from long distance, man

I told y'all, boy, I'm 'bout to get this money and come home right quick

Y'all **** still see me, though, you think I'm still there, y'all ain't even know I'm gone

I'm back so much, ****

I hear y'all lil' **** talking, ****

Prince of the city, ****, prince of the South, ****, holla at me

You know? Heir to the throne, bitch