I'm Da Man

Christopher Staten-Ballance

Whole team got flex nigga
Pockets fat, whips bad, trench gods where you at nigga
I'ma big bands, fat racks getter
Cause I'm da man, you can feel it, you ain't even gotta ask you get it
Fuck what they say they say I ain't been hot for a minute
That fake love is seriously hella outplayed I ain't the type to cap for you niggas
Play time is over you already know what time it is whenever I step in the building
When I step in the building I see cameras flashing but I only came to rack up my digits

I swear the way that I came up was crazy this rap shit been in me since I was a baby
I had to switch up my swag and my lyrics now you bound to drown off my swag cause I'm wavy
I swear that I just been tryna chill lately but I seen a lot of changes in me lately
She tried to ride my new wave and she drowned her new motto is save me now she need the navy
Goofy ass nigga you the type to fuck on her first night then wake up the next day call her baby
Young bitches only know how to take pipe because they so unskilled they don't sexually amaze me
Bitch I don't give a fuck if you got skills I ain't looking for somebody to come run games and play me
I'm the realest rapper alive and I'm standing on that 'til the day that the people come slay me
Don't talk to me if it ain't about money done rapping for free now it's time for you to pay me
Trust issues heavy cause niggas be shady, I'm riding solo when I'm on a cash route
God please accept me, I pray that my spirit goes north when I die and it doesn't go south
If it wasn't for these bitches being on they knees and sucking dick then they wouldn't have no clout
When I'm out chasing money I'm out chasing goals, you goofy niggas only lose bread to chase hoes
I was born a real nigga I'ma die a real nigga can't nobody take that from me and that's on my soul
I'm on a roll, can you keep up with me, nah this hunnid shit it runs in my genes
My swag so dope they wanna get a sniff of it they gone bag it and sell it to the coke fiends

Whole team got flex nigga
Pockets fat, whips bad, trench gods where you at nigga
I'ma big bands, fat racks getter
Cause I'm da man, you can feel it, you ain't even gotta ask you get it
Fuck what they say they say I ain't been hot for a minute
That fake love is seriously hella outplayed I ain't the type to cap for you niggas
Playtime is over you already know what time it is whenever I step in the building
When I step in the building I see cameras flashing but I only came to rack up my digits

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