Letras
Trying to be a man
You won't understand us if you even knew me
Trying to be a man
You won't understand us if you even knew me
Uh, I'ma stick to the mission statement, fuck it, let's get the paper
Somebody love or hate it no matter the situation
Why everybody rich is someone who got nothin'
And everybody broke, whether spirit or funds
America tell a lie, the dollar cover the flaws
The flow, hmm, the flow is covered by God
Told my city, "Hold on," the weather throwin' me off
I'm in the city of lost angles, I'm tryna move forward
Folarin, Erewhon ain't raise me, I'm Mary's steak at heart
Heavyweight in the culture, but niggas makin' shit up
They re-writin' it, with every bit of spite in there
Ever since I gave the first pair of some Nikes
I been seein' where the anacondas and where the vipers live
When you good money, the industry wanna siphon it
Spent two years smokin' loud, bein' quiet then
Def Jam called, I'm like, "Yeah, nigga, call again"
La boca, fuck all that quiet shit, I'm the guy up in the office
Vendetta ever come on The 5, I'm all the bosses
And yeah, I see the culture divide, but I don't force it
I should've had a Jordan by now, they on that—, huh
I'm the, "Why God him?" to the try-hard niggas that be ridin' on dick
I'm the one that got away, I'm the one that found a way
Out that super dark place where all the guys got lit
What's up? That's it