I’m the Man lyrics

[Intro]
n*gga had the nerve to f*ckin' tell me n*ggas from the South can't spit
b*tch, 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 motherf*ckers (New York, what up? Queens)
I'ma quit talking all that sh*t and about show y'all
Shout out the whole 86 Ave, my n*gga D. Scott
Y'all been known, I told y'all n*ggas I'm gettin' this bread and goin' home
I'ma show y'all stupid-ass motherf*ckers (Coming soon, n*gga, uh)
Rich Mitch, what up?
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 eighteen with million-dollar dreams (Yeah)
Moved to Jamaica, Queens like Prince Akeem
But ain't lookin' for no queen (Nah), came to get my cream (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*ckin' monster, BS me?
Nah, my hand game like f*ckin' PSP
Now pop the champagne, money is comin' soon
My di*k do the damn thing, honey, it's c*mmin' soon
She j*rkin', bend her over, now she hurtin'
Livin' reckless got me thinkin' of death, look how she flirtin'
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 livin' too fast
Caught up in the cash and got shot up in a flash
'Ville n*ggas don't play
When it come to that money, think real n*ggas won't spray?
Midday 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]
I'm the man (Yeah, hey)
I'm the man (I'm the man, I told y'all n*ggas, dog)
Yeah, I'm the man (Simple as that)

[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 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 n*gga 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 n*gga double-crossin' unless I'm flossin' (Woo)
In the streets, n*ggas peaceful until you force 'em
To quarterback them bullet passes, you can Randy Moss 'em (Yeah)
Goddamn, you n*ggas got handled
n*ggas only publishin', my style got sampled
So I switched like a thick b*tch with some heels on
Seen a n*gga 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, n*gga, observe my genius
E&J sippin' got a n*gga straight leanin'
My DNA drippin' while your girl stay drinkin' (Haha)
I told you I'm the man, what the f*ck y'all n*ggas thinkin'? Yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah (I'm the man)
Shout out to Fat Gear down in ATL, my n*gga, what's up?
I'm the man, n*gga (I'm the man)
I'm the man, n*gga (I'm the man)
Shout out to my n*gga Rico out in Chicago, I see you
Yeah (Yo)

[Outro]
First and foremost, Fayettenam, what's good?
Carolina, what up?
Bull City, Raleigh, Charlotte, Winston-Salem, Greensboro, Wilmington, n*gga
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 n*ggas still see me, though, you think I'm still there, y'all ain't even know I'm gone
I'm back so much, n*gga
I hear y'all lil' n*ggas talking, n*gga
Prince of the city, n*gga, prince of the South, n*gga, holla at me
You know? Heir to the throne, b*tch