Lyrics:
Yeah, Hit-Boy
CHOMP 2, CHOMP 2
5 AM in Atlanta, I'm writin' raps
Sometimes I'm fightin' for my dreams but it seems like they fightin' back
slammin' Cadillac doors
Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on vogues
Comin' up slammin' Cadillac doors
Back in the day when I
doors
That adsco reigns day by day (Ah)
Man of the year
Adsco guy of the year
Let it begin to shutdown
That adsco reigns day by day
Shut it down shut it
yeah
When I imagine, I'm starting my path to it
Yellow brick magic man. Yeah, yeah
Reflecting on way back when we was snack bagging it
Frosted animal
Ohh, I'm the man, alright
Ohh, take ya man's advice
If you're not getting yours
Go kick down the door
I'm the man up in these streets
The best man
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya
another apology
After three years, I'ma let it go (go)
Can't stand around cryin' no more (more)
Got your bags packed sittin' by the door (door)
I'ma
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
found him,
They told nxggas stay in the house,
Some man live and die by Omertà,
Certain man can never go back outside,
Man,
Some man are never safe in
You can bring him back to me.
So listen, in the meantime,
I’ll be waiting by the door,
Sitting by the phone,
I’ll be right here until You bring my
the Terminator
She's my Sarah Conner
Come with me if you want to live
We can hit the sauna
Put it on period
Can't end on commas
Let's smoke some marijuana
And hit
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
but I stand a man
And for as long as I can, as long as you permit me
Please give me the strength I need to live, bear with me, Amen
We each walk
This is next mans estate and
I'm just anxious I need to get back to south
Just hold it down we're going to do business
Pick up the strap drop the money
droppin' by, to say hi
There ain't nobody, that's caring whether I live or die
I have nobody, to tell about, my growing angers
I have nobody, to tell
bringing down the door
Man they searching for that cocaina
Now my boy is deported back to Punta Cana
Yea, though they try to set me up like hurricane
I
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
Welcome in
Fifty bad bitches we welcome in, yeah
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man, hey
Every day, I'm the man, I'm the man, yeah (yeah)
Oh,
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya had me stressin
on the ambiance beyond as you promised that you would live
Do summers ever forget, pajamas feel like a kid
Cucumber will make her drip, do jump on it, hit a split
the world for you
Take every sound and rearrange your soul
In a way that lets you live forever
Inside your own soul
Is a man who doesn't feel at all
When was
things for certain I ain't shaking your hand
I know these things is working welcome unions my man
Set Of Rules that I live rules that I live by
I know one
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