CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : The Man Now
Motherf**ka wit' that sh*t on me
I wish a n***a would try to get on me, b*t*h
Motherf**ka wit' that sh*t on me
I wish a n***a would try to…
Lil' n***a in this mothaf**ka, bands out
Any n***a try to reach, he get ran down
N***as fake, you my mans now?
Only time you around, when yo' hand out
When yo' hand out, b*t*hes not around but they fans now
But they fans now, 'cause a young n***a gettin' bands now
I'm gettin' bands now, I'm the man now
Woulda copped two but they ran out
Two bad b*t*hes and they stand out
In this motherf**ka wit' the Glock on me
And I wish a n***a would try to plot on me
Naw friends ain't good, it is not homie
Little bruh wit' the Glock, how we pop .40
I remember we was slidin' in the Civic
Broke n***as take tabs, why you listenin'?
Had to get it, had to flip, had to kick sh*t
Young sh*t like the Grinch Stole Christmas (Broke b*t*h)
Lil' n***a, why the mention?
You gon' pay for your death wit' that sentence
I'll slide down your 'dress wit' that big sh*t
Take deck wit' the chop', how we kick flips
Lil' n***a in this mothaf**ka, bands out
Any n***a try to reach, he get ran down
N***as fake, you my mans now?
Only time you around, when yo' hand out
When yo' hand out, b*t*hes not around but they fans now
But they fans now, 'cause a young n***a gettin' bands now
A circle full of rats, for my circle full of straps
Keep your click over there, 'for your click meet this clack (Click meet this clack)
Really give a f**k about this, this, that
See you in the field better keep yo' strap (Better keep yo' strap)
Tired of them buckets, '96 of the lot
N***as slide through, twenty-six for the Glock (for the Glock)
Can't keep up, thirty shots for the stock
Drop the b*t*h for a dime, now the b*t*h wanna stalk (B*t*h wanna stalk)
Uh, drop bail at the b*t*h, young n***a Mo drop bail now I'm rich (Now I'm rich)
And I just dropped on a loft, get your a** out the way wit' the drop of a call
It’s a banger after banger, yeah we done it again (Yeah we done it again)
F**k his b*t*h from the back, now I'm f**kin' her friend (Now I'm f**kin' her friend)
N***a speakin' on my name, so I'm cluckin' his mans (I'm cluckin' his mans)
On some cold weather sh*t, you n***as duckin' the fan (You n***as duckin' the fan)
I wish a n***a would try to get on me, b*t*h
Motherf**ka wit' that sh*t on me
I wish a n***a would try to…
Lil' n***a in this mothaf**ka, bands out
Any n***a try to reach, he get ran down
N***as fake, you my mans now?
Only time you around, when yo' hand out
When yo' hand out, b*t*hes not around but they fans now
But they fans now, 'cause a young n***a gettin' bands now
I'm gettin' bands now, I'm the man now
Woulda copped two but they ran out
Two bad b*t*hes and they stand out
In this motherf**ka wit' the Glock on me
And I wish a n***a would try to plot on me
Naw friends ain't good, it is not homie
Little bruh wit' the Glock, how we pop .40
I remember we was slidin' in the Civic
Broke n***as take tabs, why you listenin'?
Had to get it, had to flip, had to kick sh*t
Young sh*t like the Grinch Stole Christmas (Broke b*t*h)
Lil' n***a, why the mention?
You gon' pay for your death wit' that sentence
I'll slide down your 'dress wit' that big sh*t
Take deck wit' the chop', how we kick flips
Lil' n***a in this mothaf**ka, bands out
Any n***a try to reach, he get ran down
N***as fake, you my mans now?
Only time you around, when yo' hand out
When yo' hand out, b*t*hes not around but they fans now
But they fans now, 'cause a young n***a gettin' bands now
A circle full of rats, for my circle full of straps
Keep your click over there, 'for your click meet this clack (Click meet this clack)
Really give a f**k about this, this, that
See you in the field better keep yo' strap (Better keep yo' strap)
Tired of them buckets, '96 of the lot
N***as slide through, twenty-six for the Glock (for the Glock)
Can't keep up, thirty shots for the stock
Drop the b*t*h for a dime, now the b*t*h wanna stalk (B*t*h wanna stalk)
Uh, drop bail at the b*t*h, young n***a Mo drop bail now I'm rich (Now I'm rich)
And I just dropped on a loft, get your a** out the way wit' the drop of a call
It’s a banger after banger, yeah we done it again (Yeah we done it again)
F**k his b*t*h from the back, now I'm f**kin' her friend (Now I'm f**kin' her friend)
N***a speakin' on my name, so I'm cluckin' his mans (I'm cluckin' his mans)
On some cold weather sh*t, you n***as duckin' the fan (You n***as duckin' the fan)
