[Hook] Feeling like the man, fuck what anybody saying (Uh!) (x3) Village getting tummies fed, we at anybody head (x2)
[Verse 1] We had Remy bottles, Henny bottles by the box Bullshitting, celebrating Watched my niggas graduate from penny stocks Life's a mystery got us like what the fuck is in the box? Let me guess, bet my Camry's custom but my Bentley stock Show no love to any Thot, nah Boy this rap shit looking hella sweet, rappers look like Willy Wonka I got hits like Willie Mays Back-to-back-to-back- That's that rapid succession Wanna match? It's a session going down Right now Bring yo ass Bring yo gas And 3-4 packs (SHIT!) or whatever you'll grab Got a problem we can talk it out, we got the gift of gab because we gods If not, shit, Gen! Grab the Smith & Wesson! These niggas want a problem with me? They want a problem with SQUAD, GANG, and all of they heat? Half of my team teens and they all on they feet I be lit 'cus I'm enlightened and its awesome to be And I be!
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[Verse 2] And I was Long Beach, Hollywood, Bel-Air Woodlawn, Stoney Island, Fulton Soundscape, Classick, Attic Ditching class, meeting up with Sheed talking paths and balance Got caught smoking dope in the crib red handed '09 I was selling nicks, ain't make any bands Watching everybody turn to wanna-be's and mini-men Bitches résumé like 50 Cent, Many Men Hydroponic dope I shipped across the country, nowadays I just want Bens fuck a Uncle Sam It's sad what the crack did to my uncles man Mindfuck, how they set you back and say they love you? Im more than a man I'm rolling up grams of comatose, overdose, so much dope I prefer a edible to being off a Xan and Love to reminisce 'cus we did it how we planned Fuck you saying?