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Yeah... Uh! (YEUH!)

Yeeh! We back! (Ku-ku-koooo...)

YUAH! Yeah... (Uh!)

Be the man, but i ain't got a clue (Yeah... Yeeah!)

Need a hunnid

Yeah!

I'm tryna be the man

But I ain't got a clue

I need a hunnid bands

But momma need 2

I smoke a hunnid grams

To get me out the blue

It's dirt all on my hands

It's dirt all on my shoes

I'm tryna be the man

But I ain't got a clue

I need a hunnid bands

But momma need 2

I smoke a hunnid grams

To get me out the blue

It's dirt all on my hands

It's dirt all on my shoes

It's dirt all on my shoes

Then mud up in the crib

The roaches in the fridge

But fuck it, that's how we lived

Got uncles doin bids

Ain't seen 'em since we was kids

Can't say that we was rich

But fuck it that's how we lived

That's just how it is when you on top of shit

Solid nigga never miss

Only hits what I is

Came up on the ave, Imogen, where I live

Took it to the motherland

Now I'm livin big

And since I been on (My shit)

Lemme talk (My shit)

Smokin blunts in the backyard

Chillin wit my pops (And shit)

Out in Bots (Yuh!)

Then re ya ko kasi

Came back to the spot

Akhalwyas to the jaw

The good shit I forgot

I'm way too caught up in the plot

So when I look up to the stars

I thank my god, I got my shot

I thank my god, for when it's hard

I got my heart, I got my rock

And my lil mama, think it's karma

That I'm good wit all I got

It ain't gon stop

Shit too crazy

I was just broke, down bad, and bleedin

Now I feel amazing

It's work to do, but life is beautiful

My nigga, let's blaze it

I put my pride aside, so when I rise I'm on vacation

I'm tryna keep it basic

I'm tryna meet demands, I'm tryna pay my dues

Been tryna feed my fam, been tryna keep my cool

And time been on my side, thankfully I ain't no fool

And I been growing wise, and I be damned before I lose

I'm tryna be the man

But I ain't got a clue

I need a hunnid bands

But momma need 2

I smoke a hunnid grams

To get me out the blue

It's dirt all on my hands

It's dirt all on my shoes

Ay!

We came up, straight from the muddy muddy

Section 8 in the cutty cutty

Skateboard had a kid bloody bloody

Concrete was my study buddy

Hungry hungry kids

Lookin at life thru the broken lens

Jugglin friends

Post on the block tryna make new ends

Still on the block when the cops rolled in

Lookin for enemies

We do not fuk wit 'em, they not a friend of me

Movin too close, they lookin dead at me, deadly

Steadily grippin it heavily

Feelin like

They want me to see hell and they readily askin

"Who the niggaz w felonies?"

We was just tryna play ball on the corner

Now they countin heads on the street like it's sesame

Crazy...

But I ain't got a clue

I need a hunnid bands

But momma need 2

I smoke a hunnid grams

To get me out the blue

It's dirt all on my hands

It's dirt all on my shoes

I'm tryna be the man

But I ain't got a clue

I need a hunnid bands

But momma need 2

I smoke a hunnid grams

To get me out the blue

It's dirt all on my hands

It's dirt all on my shoes