Feeling like the man, Feeling like the man
Feeling like the man
Feeling like the man
Wrote out a plan
Didn't need no hands
Rule #1 never snake yo mans
They ask why I I live this cause I can
You a hater you ain't nothing but a fan
I bet these racks gone make her dance
Im glad she gave me a chance
Lets get away and put ya toes in the sand
Blowin gas got strands
Since a youngin I knew I was the man
Just hold my hand
This is all was planned
I got ya back til the end
We gone swerve in the Benz
Whatchu want I got bandz
Give a f*ck about friends
See the fake thru my lens
Smoke by the o not a gram
I'm diggin my fit I might post on the gram
Ran it up didn't have to scam
I was young didn't give a damn
Feeling like the man, Feeling like the man
Feeling like the man