I’m the Man lyrics

[DJ Skee]
DJ Skee (Yeah)
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[Finger Roll]
Baby Face Killa (It’s Gibbs, ho)
NTG, n*gga
We still shutting sh*t down, n*gga
We run the motherf*cking G
The whole of Indiana get that
Yeah, it’s the one and only Finger Roll
Y’all know who holding that sh*t down in the G, in the city
For you monkey-ass n*ggas who don’t know
Freddie Gibbs, let these motherf*ckers know what time it is

[Hook]
(I’m the man in – I’m the, I’m the)
Gibbs, ho (I’m the man in my city)
And you n*ggas know (I’m the man in – I’m the, I’m the)
That I’m out the east side of that G.I. (I’m the man in my city)
We don't die, we just multiply
Keep a full clip in my .45
I’m that dude, and I’m that guy (I’m the man in my city)
You n*ggas know (I’m the man in – I’m the, I’m the)
Hey b*tches, Gibbs, ho (I’m the man in my city)
And you n*ggas know (I’m the man in – I’m the, I’m the)
That I’m out the east side of that G.I. (I’m the man in my city)
We don't die, we just multiply
Keep a full clip in my .45
I’m that dude, and I’m that guy (I’m the man in my city)
[Verse 1]
Haters say my swagger be rubbing n*ggas the wrong way
I don’t give a damn what the radio say, cause my records they gon' play
Off in the streets, and my n*ggas with the beat, got me banging up broadway
Go against me, roll a blunt, pack a lunch, cause you in for a long day (Okay)
Since the age of 19, I been crushing n*ggas’ rap dreams
Roll took me under his wing, I crushed the Gary rap scene
Fresh off and I took sh*t major
Show you n*ggas how to get that paper
Who the f*ck being broke with a whole lot of friends?
You the man, if you got them haters
You can flow, but you ain’t no gangster
Talk about it but you ain’t gonna bust sh*t
Y’all n*ggas know me, FG
In the booth or the street man I can’t be f*cked with
And a n*gga gotta earn my plate
Cook real slow, never burn my cake
Jack that n*gga if he’s herd that weight
Put you on the floor, t-shirt your face
All about the money and I just can’t wait
To make it to the top, I’mma take my place
With or without the deal, I’ve still got kill on deck so I’m gonna be straight
A n*gga ‘bout to take what’s owed to me
Lock sh*t down like it’s supposed to be
Killing who ever opposes me
You n*ggas ain’t nothing but hoes to me
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
(b*tch, what it do)
I’m the man in my city, I get land in my city
I be the one that the b*tches be on and n*ggas can’t stand in my city (n*gga)
And part of the reason for that is most of these n*ggas be trying to rap
They hating on me cause they wack
Say what you want, cause I’m fine with that
Run up on me, and that iron’ll clap
Ghetto, cause I was designed for that
Raised in the G, so the R.E.S.P.E.C.T., I’m down for that
Don’t know what you doing for yours
Freddie ain’t stunting and fronting for whores
Until I go sit with the Lord
I’mma be living the sh*t I record
I’mma be living the sh*t that I spin
I go to work when I get on these beats
We don’t do the footwork, y’all n*ggas get hurt
Stomped in the club, n*gga, watch my feet
Better yet, n*gga, watch your b*tch
Cause any minute, she gonna watch this di*k
Straight nuts in her face, I’mma put it on tape
Motherf*cker, you can watch this sh*t
And she gonna let my n*gga Rock go on and hit
And she gonna let my n*gga Jay buss her down
Big wheel ain't gon let the b*tch hit the kill
We gonna send her straight back to your town
That’s how a n*gga do his thang up in the G
Ain’t really worried about the n*gga you claim to be
If you ain’t talking about the IN, then, then it really don’t pertain to me
You know it’s…
[Hook]