
Yeah Yeah. Yeah… Hook I’m the fucking man I should have a Drip Stand See you jockin Quit Playin I should sell this Drip, Man Do it cuz I can Don’t know who I am? Find out in a minute I’m the muh fucking man Can’t keep count of followers I’m counting bands Quit counting fans Especially if they don’t know who I am… WHOA Look at these nigga Fake for the gram The problem is that they don’t understand It’s alot to be rich and I prolly don’t want it man Cuz they may see me in a minute And see how fake I am. I’m a real one, can’t lose my patience man Been a real one since my Daddy was a Lakers Fan (Kev) Me and my niggas been wavvy That’s the drip man Only where it well When you making hits, man The drip ain’t clothes It’s steeze and I got both Your girlie hug me Smell cologne all on my coat Yeah she love me, Love how I switch up my flow I can’t think of a record that I ain’t wrote, Yeah I can’t think of a beat that I doubt that I can’t cook up So when we working in the studio, we never shook up That’s because it ain’t a contest When I’m making beats I’m just releasing my stress, Yeah Yeah… My stress Must I stresss, there’s no rush but I’m next Yeah… Yeah When I’m next; once I touch court We run, no time left Yeah… Yeah… Time Left My wrist floods, two icebergs on my neck Yeah… Yeah And the Beats keep em calling like a bomb threat I don’t know what I’m might do with my check I might buy a crib for Mom next I barely keep in touch so I gotta make sure that I’m close to where she live Know she prolly mad at the way I live Spending all this cash, buying all these bags I should prolly spend this money on my _____ Better yet I hardly got the money on me We’d be prolly better off without the money on us Cuz the money only turn us all into opponents When I get this money you will prolly barely see me flaunt it Especially when they still got slave masters on it Especially when these bills still past due Do you got a minute? Mister, we been calling every 55 minutes We been wondering whats the hold up Wait, Hold up man Who asked you? I can’t get nothing past you Got to be bullet proof Living by our own rules We’ll be caught up real soon And thats because Hook I’m the fucking man I should have a Drip Stand See you jockin Quit Playin I should sell this Drip, Man Man… YEAH
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