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Off the block and depression is halfway off him Cats play possum when I'm halfway awesome So what kinda moves would he pull for real When the power level close to getting full Surreal, but ever cool, I feel I'm never fooled, so chill Fat man scooped in that coupe deville Pop used to say I was the man and he knew it Then I rose like a Griffin cuz I saw Jerome do it Strategizing manifesting home alone Haters going on and on Niggas would laugh, he goin through it But a six pack is mental before its ever physical Most niggas flabby and sick, its fucking typical When I speak niggas pipe down Maybe its the man in me Vision lookin alright now Maybe its the man in me Shorty holding on tight all night Did she really see the man in me Dream chasing on sight on sight Pop said it was the man in me When the henny hit the system Don't bother me And tell the shorty that I'm with she hit the lottery Tell the diet journal that I'm prolly burning calories Future me from all that you can see you prolly proud of me Well dap me up bro Cuz we Maneuvering Vision of the most high mix the human in Yet another Saturday of jamming in my room again Neighbors waiting at the door like you again The one and only Still doely Till its bread and rigatoni Post Grammy with a homie And the homie is a shorty Seeing me as something holy Since I said that we should chill Take our time and keep it lowkey Now its first class, European train rides Late nights through the grapevine Three pointers from the baseline Lets hope that you're still just as dope in the day time Feel me When I speak niggas pipe down Maybe its the man in me Vision lookin alright now Maybe its the man in me Shorty holding on tight all night Did she really see the man in me Dream chasing on sight on sight Pop said it was the man in me
Writer(s): Jeff Decius Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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