[Verse 1] Went to sleep real, woke up realer Goon affiliated ex drug dealer Resume silent street cred bigger Clique full of soldiers outlaws killers Never seen what I'm what they called a real nigga Pocket full of cash, body full of liquor Put my whips on it, bet he ain't triller If I don't know ya homie, hand on pistol
[Chorus] You lookin' at the man, Stacks and rubabands yup, Action for the cameras, You can ask the fans cause, They say I'm the man, Watch me pull my pants up, Watch me do my dance yup, Stacks and rubabands yup, You lookin' at the man, Whip on 22's, Towin' when I move, Askin' what it do, You lookin' at the man, Watch me pull my pants up, Watch me do my dance yup, Stacks and rubabands yup
[Verse 2] Key to the city name can't wait I don't fuck with niggas - most of 'em fake You went behind the ears, jumped off the post late Where I'm from homie I don't let the goons ache Came up slow all off a shake Grandma dyin' hard to be straight Just left coc, my dog lost his case They gave him life homie off of them 28's
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[Verse 3] Product of the hood came from the gutter Been through it all still remain a hustler Ride or die homie before I fucking struggle Chopper game serious, got it from my brother Learned the hard way streets don't love ya Snitchen at a high dope game in trouble Whip game shakey then you gon' suffer I'm da man homie, can't deny it sucker