Stan Been The Man lyrics

by

Mistah F.A.B.


[Intro]
Ahh
Sneaky mike (sneaky mike sneaky mike sneaky mike)
Yeah ice city
New Jim block
We in the trap
Dope ass store
Face the music I see you
DJ Fresh

[Verse 1 ]
You n*ggas just started popping boy I been the man
Going at yo favorite rapper cause he been a fan
All these n*ggas do is lie on instagram
All I do is stack money getting benjamins
Soft n*gga dripping boy I be ragged gui
Put some bread on the pus*y f*ck goofy
Having money doesn't make you real n*ggas still boosie
Every real n*gga know me ask ma n*gga boosie
Been coming through in something new since I remember
Handgun chains gold rings lil n*gga
Redline bikes new nikes fresh jays
Nuggets earrings in since the first grade
You n*ggas just start getting money boy I'm having that
Since kind [?] back in the days was doing the cabbage patch
And I'm still in the gutter where them savage at
And I'm the mayor of ma f*cking inhabitant

[Hook]
Forever after bread yep yep ab
I put some bread on yo head tryna play me
On god on ma mamma I swear on ma old lady
I was wearing gucci, y'all was wearing old navy
b*tch I been the man since a lil n*gga
b*tch I been the man since a lil n*gga
b*tch I been the man since a lil n*gga
I bought ma benz I ain't playing with these lil n*ggas

[Verse 2]
Man these n*ggas kill me with the sh*t they rapping bout
How the hell you outside but never leave the house
How you even let that fake sh*t leave yo mouth
You paying for your street cred so that don't even count
And no folk had a benz fresh up off the lot
Fifty thousand on the chain I been having gua
Twelve years later twenty eight's on the box
Since the sandbox n*ggas love saying cox
I can't believe all the stories n*ggas telling
And you not a real n*gga on these streets telling
No I'm not a killer no I'm not a felon
But I'm really from the hood got a n*gga yelling
And I'm really outside with them f*cking felons
Dope ain't the only thing that a n*gga selling
Two hunnid thousand out the trunk yeah a n*gga well in
You play with me I put some money on yo f*cking melon
[Hook]
Forever after bread yep yep ab
I put some bread on yo head tryna play me
On god on ma mamma I swear on ma old lady
I was wearing gucci, y'all was wearing old navy
b*tch I been the man since a lil n*gga
b*tch I been the man since a lil n*gga
b*tch I been the man since a lil n*gga
I bought ma benz I ain't playing with these lil n*ggas

[Verse 3]
Live from fort fire we on the maker
Ice city president I'm a hood repper
Yo b*tch wanna suck me up I ain't even gonna let her
You can have the pus*y bruh just bring me the chedda
A n*gga hating on me I probly f*cked his b*tch
Or he broke and he jealous so f*cking b*tch
I put on for ma city any state I'm in
I was raised by them pimps and the players man
I ain't never had the energy to hate a man
Some n*ggas just can't help it cause they hate us man
Don't get p*ssed off baby just get paper man
I been stunting since [?] had the scraper van
My n*ggas pushing hard line like them raiders fans
Face the music said that I told him say it again
What pus*y n*gga got the nerve to say I ain't the man
You play with me ma young n*ggas come with tatoes man
[Hook]
Forever after bread yep yep ab
I put some bread on yo head tryna play me
On god on ma mamma I swear on ma old lady
I was wearing gucci, y'all was wearing old navy
b*tch I been the man since a lil n*gga
b*tch I been the man since a lil n*gga
b*tch I been the man since a lil n*gga
I bought ma benz I ain't playing with these lil n*ggas
Forever after bread yep yep ab
I put some bread on yo head tryna play me
On god on ma mamma I swear on ma old lady
I was wearing gucci, y'all was wearing old navy
b*tch I been the man since a lil n*gga
b*tch I been the man since a lil n*gga
b*tch I been the man since a lil n*gga
I bought ma benz I ain't playing with these lil n*ggas
Woop
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