[ Featuring Diem ]
Man of the year
Man of the house
Don't talk to me if you talking bout clout
I'm here for papers
I weren't done no favours
I'm talking bout racks
Who you talking about?
Man with no fear
Man from the south
Weather the storm I might drip in a drought
I spit facts till I'm reaching them plaques
But they talk out they a** when they open they mouth
From the most hated to the underground champ
Make the most rated take a lifetime nap
Understated hella faded still a nigga run laps
Cnd I'm sick of these n***** just talking bout cap
They ain't kill no body
B****
Got it out the mud cant put me in a box like Roddy
Rich
Got it out the pavement
Take 6 shots like a nigga Luke cage
Like 50 year scotch my taste been aged
Put tears on a page aim on the rage
Leave the mud in the past and my blood on the stage
I'm feeling greazy
Better watch your step shut down like skep
Green money got a n**** feeling queasy
Want a skyline view
Post up in and all white suit like Yeezy
Better believe me
S*** wasn't peachy
I was 19 steady fighting my demons
Made it look easy
Dad left when I was 10 and you know he ain't give me no reason
No one to free me
No one to lead me
No role models till I heard Cole speaking
Go full throttle when I they think I'm peaking
No giving up till heart stop
Man of the year
Man of the house
Don't talk to me if you talking bout clout
I'm here for papers
I weren't done no favours
I'm talking bout racks
Who you talking about?
Man with no fear
Man from the south
Weather the storm I might drip in a drought
I spit facts till I'm reaching them plaques
But they talk out they a** when they open they mouth
Said I don't throw stones n****
Karmas a bitch and you know that the payment ain't cheap
Better stand on your toes n****
Life is a b**** she a 10 but she slap when she speak
I was blinded by beef
United in grief
17 years old I was made in the street
Some break some fold still I never seen defeat
Cnd my heart stayed cold summer never felt heat
Some n***** wanna
Dip me trip me
Body bag zip me
Still a bad lil b**** gone pick me
Said she wanna Strip me
Lick me
Sit down flip me
Told her don't leave no hickey
Hop on that stage I make 10 sound like 50
Open the page and I bleed out my symphony
Silver tongued devil with an iced out bezel
I'm the kind that mix's insults so perfect with injury
Like 50 cent
Heaven sent
I was pushing packs just to make my rent
Money spent
Fake ass friends
2 faced ****** like Harvey dent
I'm the man of the year
Cause I stood on my shit if I'm talking I'm speaking my truth
So just lend me your ear
You get what I'm saying then take it and you can be too