The Man lyrics

[Chorus: Skeme]
I’m a underground king living major
I tell a bad b*tch I just want to taste you
Road to the riches, ride for it, tryna race you
For this paper I’ma draw this pistol on you then erase you
I done came from nothing, I’m the motherf*cking man now
Yeah, I’m the motherf*cking man
All my n*ggas stand up, ain’t looking for no hand outs
Yeah, I’m the motherf*cking man, man

[Verse 1: Skeme]
I be with all of the gangsters who really be killing sh*t
You rappers be flexing and faking, we don’t want to hear that sh*t
These pus*y n*ggas gon’ get tense like I’m rubbing the clitoris
My index finger get to itching and that’s the one that I pull the trigger with
We terminating the target regardless
All these n*ggas with me now be the hardest
I ain’t no motherf*cking starving artist
Ride around town like I'm Marvin the Martian
Pop a seal, pop a pill, pop a pus*y, n*gga never think twice about it
I ain’t really do it, I don’t write about it
We some shooters n*gga, we don’t fight about it
These n*ggas say that they robbers, we don’t believe that
The crooked regardless, I just want to know where the green at
Drinking dirty, got to call a janitor to clean that
I ain’t changing with it, I’m a gangster b*tch and I mean that
[Chorus: Skeme]
I’m a underground king living major
I tell a bad b*tch I just want to taste you
Road to the riches, ride for it, tryna race you
For this paper I’ma draw this pistol on you then erase you
I done came from nothing, I’m the motherf*cking man now
Yeah, I’m the motherf*cking man, man
All my n*ggas stand up, ain’t looking for no hand outs
Yeah, I’m the motherf*cking man, man

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah I roll with big faces, all these different faces
Counting big faces, skirt pucker races
My b*tch is from Egypt, all these b*tches basic
Cartier to buffies, all up on their faces
That b*tch she all on my di*k and you know she eat that
My n*gga Skeme, screaming SooWoo, he bleed that
That n*gga talk sh*t, punch in his face, want his teeth back
Codeine got me feeling like I’m Fat Joe so I lean back
Rocking these Tom Fords, taking these Xannys, I see black
A pus*y, a pus*y, and you is a pus*y, that’s three cats
My Uzi got a super long clip like three MACs
Was f*cking that b*tch, super f*cking that b*tch, pull out three tracks

[Chorus: Skeme]
I’m a underground king living major
I tell a bad b*tch I just want to taste you
Road to the riches, ride for it, tryna race you
For this paper I’ma draw this pistol on you then erase you
I done came from nothing, I’m the motherf*cking man now
Yeah, I’m the motherf*cking man
All my n*ggas stand up, ain’t looking for no hand outs
Yeah, I’m the motherf*cking man, man