You're the Man

h uh, yo
They plan was to knock me out the top of the game
But I overstand they truth is all lame
I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames
Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
Nas — too real, Nas — true king
It’s however you feel, g’head, you swing
Your arms too short to box with god
I don’t kill soloists only kill squads
Fame went to they head, so now it’s «;Fuck Nas»;
Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
I seen it comin
Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do
Came in with my style, so I fathered you
I kept changin on the world since «;…Barbeque»;
Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with
Fuck bitches I hit, it’s funny I once said…
If I, ever make a record
I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
But look at me now, ten years deep
Since the project, ??
I never asked to be top of rap’s elite
Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets
But look at me now
«;You're the man»; «;You're the man»;
«;You're the man»; «;You're the man»;
«;You're the man»; «;You're the man»;
«;You're the man»; «;You're the man»;
«;You're the man»; «;You're the man»;
But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars
And diamond rings can poison a rap star
It’s suicidal, how I smoke in so much la'
I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky
Wish I could flap wings and fly away
To where black kings and Ghana stay
So I could get on my flesh right away
But that’ll be the day when it’s peace
When my gat don’t need to spray