J. Cole - I'm The Man Lyrics
He gonna have the nerve to *****ing tell me niggas from the south can't spit?,***** I'll smack your dumb ass (Fayettenam what up? Carolina what up?)Stupid ass mother *****ers (New York, what up? Queens)I'm a quit talking shit and about show y'allI told y'all niggas that I'm getting my bread and going homeI'm a show you all stupid ass mother*****ers (Coming soon, nigga)Dumb ass niggasThe heir to the throneSouth nigga bred to the boneBut haters say he fled from his home (please),Now picture that, I was 18 with million dollar dreams (yeah),Moved to Jamaica Queens, like Prince Akim,But ain't looking for no queen, (nah)Came to get my c.r.e.a.m. (yup),City on my back, I just lift my wings, I'm flyYou niggas on my dick, while IThought them niggas from the south couldn't spit, violaI'm here. I'm a lot respect, not fear.So please be clear, nigga please beware,I'm a mother*****ing monster, B.S. me? (naw)No, my hand game like *****ing PSP!Now pop the champagne, money is coming soonMy dick do the damn thing, honey it's cuming soon,She jerking, bend her over, now she hurting,Living reckless got me thinking of death, look how she flirting,Well, ***** that *****, man a nigga tryna breathe (yea)Some of these niggas be tryna dick her down and leaveRest In Peace, ya'll boys living too fast,Caught up in the cash, and got shot up in a flash,Ville niggas don't play,When it comes to that money, think real niggas won't spray?Mid-day when it's sunny, they kill niggas broad dayOn some more new jack shitThis rap shit is like tag nigga you not it, so runHa ha ahI'm the man, hahaha, yea heyI'm the manI'm the man, (I told ya'll niggas),I'm the manYea, uhThey say I act like I'm the man, cause mother*****a I amNiggas study my style, I should be giving exams,Damn boy I am so flamboyant with the ensemble.Polo jacket, polo tee, what a fine combo,And I'm the man, now understand a nigga bossin, ' (yea)Scheming on that drop top CL but it's costing (yea)Long term plans for the fam, we'll be dropping?Never catch a nigga double-crossing, unless I'm flossing (woo)In the streets niggas peace war until you force him,To quarter back them bullet passes, you could Randy Moss 'em.Got damn you niggas got handled,Niggas only publishing, my style got sampled,So I switched like a thick ***** with some heels on.I seen a nigga get popped, I feel for 'emI know who did it, but you think I'm finna squeal on him?Shout out to R.J. Hill I would kill for him,That's word, nigga observe my genius.E&J sipping got a nigga straight leaning,My DNA dripping while your girl stay drinking, (haha)I told y'all I'm the man, what the ***** ya'll niggas thinking?Yea, YeahI'm the manI'm the man niggaAnd I'm the manI'm the man nigga(I'm the man)YeaFirst and foremost, Fayettenam what's good?Carolina, what up? Bull city, Raleigh, Charlotte, Winston Salem,Greensboro, Wilmington, niggaEverywhere dog, I'm repping from long distance, man.I told y'all boy, I'm bout to get this money and come home right quick,Y'all niggas still see me tho, you think I'm still there; you ain't even know I'm goneBack so much, nigga,I hear you all little niggas talking, nigga.Prince of the city, nigga.Prince of the south, nigga, holla at me.Ya know? Heir to the throne, *****.
