I’m the Man lyrics

[Intro]
He gonna have the nerve to f*cking tell me n*ggas from the south can’t spit?
b*tch I’ll smack your dumb ass
(Fayettenam what up? Carolina what up?)
Stupid ass mother f*ckers (New York, what up? Queens)
I'ma quit talking sh*t and about show y’all
I told y’all n*ggas that I’m getting my bread and going home
I'ma show you all stupid ass motherf*ckers (Coming soon, n*gga)
Dumb ass n*ggas

[Verse 1]
The heir to the throne
South n*gga bred to the bone
But haters say he fled from his home (Please)
Now picture that, I was 18 with million dollar dreams (Yeah)
Moved to Jamaica Queens, like Prince Akeem
But ain’t looking for no queen, (nah)
Came to get my c.r.e.a.m. (yup)
City on my back, I just lift my wings, I’m fly
You n*ggas on my di*k, why lie?
Thought them n*ggas from the south couldn’t spit, voilà
I’m here. humble out of respect, not fear
So please be clear, n*gga please beware
I’m a motherf*cking monster, B.S. me? (Nah)
No, my hand game like f*cking PSP
Now pop the champagne, money is coming soon
My di*k do the damn thing, honey it’s c*mming soon
She j*rking, bend her over, now she hurting
Living reckless got me thinking of death, look how she flirting
Well, f*ck that b*tch, man a n*gga tryna breathe (Yeah)
Some of these n*ggas be tryna di*k her down and leave
Rest in peace, y'all boys living too fast
Caught up in the cash, and got shot up in a flash
Ville n*ggas don’t play
When it comes to that money, think real n*ggas won’t spray?
Mid-day when it’s sunny, they kill n*ggas broad day
On some old new jack sh*t
This rap sh*t is like tag n*gga you not it, so run
[Chorus]
Ha ha ah
I’m the man, ha ha ha, yeah, hey
I’m the man
I’m the man, (I told y'all n*ggas)
I’m the man

[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh
They say I act like I’m the man, 'cause motherf*cker I am
n*ggas study my style, I should be giving 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 n*gga bossin’ (Yeah)
Scheming on that drop top CL but it’s costing (Yeah)
Long term plans for the fam, we’ll be golfing
Never catch a n*gga double-crossing, unless i’m flossing (Woo)
In the streets n*ggas peaceful until you force em'
To quarter back them bullet passes, you could Randy Moss ‘em
Goddamn you n*ggas got handled
n*ggas only publishing, my style got sampled
So I switched like a thick b*tch with some heels on
I seen a n*gga get popped, I feel for ‘em
I know who did it, but you think I’m finna squeal on him?
Shout out to R.J. Hill I would kill for him
That’s word, n*gga observe my genius
E&J sipping got a n*gga straight leaning
My DNA dripping while your girl stay drinking (Haha)
I told y’all I’m the man, what the f*ck y'all n*ggas thinking?
[Chorus]
Ha ha ah
I’m the man, ha ha ha, yeah, hey
I’m the man
I’m the man, (I told y'all n*ggas)
I’m the man

[Outro]
Yea
First and foremost, Fayettenam what’s good?
Carolina, what up? Bull city, Raleigh, Charlotte, Salem
Greensboro, Wilmington, n*gga
Everywhere dog, 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 n*ggas still see me tho, you think I’m still there; you ain’t even know I’m gone
Back so much, n*gga
I hear you all little n*ggas talking, n*gga
Prince of the city, n*gga
Prince of the south, n*gga, holla at me
Ya know? Heir to the throne, b*tch