Man's About Lyrics

Chillin' with the bro on the couch

And you know

That I got an O in the pouch

Not a single bro is gonna

Go without

What comes around goes around

Fucken note to self

And you know it is

Getting dry in my bank account

But I got love so I

Hand it out (yeah I got your back!)

If you got trouble

Then we smack 'em out

Cause

The brothers is what man's about

Man's about to blast off

And you know how that would end

No substitute for the good weed

Or the good friends

I could take my mask off

Mask off around 'em

Cause I know by love I am surrounded

By love surrounded

All my brothers

Always keeping me grounded

When we grinding up the green

We smoke it down by the pound

I feel the love

That keeps the homies around

On the track we make a beautiful sound

That conversation's getting deep

Don't have to whittle it down

Committed shit

We in a scrap within the middle of town

I got your back

And I ain't fucking around

Play with my team

See what these hands about

Cause you ain't never gonna

Catch me out

Motherfucker

That's what man's about

Pull up at a mean spot

That I seen on a scenic

I fucken love it when the weed get lit

Fucken love the summer sun

In the summer

Brother from another mother

Don't forget to Fucken cream that rip

Spin in the baccy to it

Making the rappy music

Put our back into it

We got the attitude to do it

And we acting facken stupid

Downing a baggy per night

Found that amount is just right

Down with the crowd we took flight

Sounding it out no ghost-write

Clowning about we so high

And we on!

Getting dry in my bank account

But I got love so I

Hand it out (yeah I got your back!)

If you got trouble

Then we smack 'em out

Cause

The brothers is what man's about

Getting dry in my bank account

But I got love so I

Hand it out (yeah I got your back!)

If you got trouble

Then we smack 'em out

Cause

The brothers is what man's about