Man of the People ft. Embrae Le Veen Lyrics

Got a weird perspective

Ear for the clear directions

He don't care he don't fear rejection

OG from the island used to snap

Don't interfere just adhere the lesson

Putting fear in the kid was senseless

Place a barrier and the kid would fence it

Rare air the atmosphere contentious

Still here in the field and trenches

And he never stop until the cheddar copped

Move like a pimp with a feathered top

And the weather hot so that say a lot

Words impact like he set a block

Working black like he on the clock,

Ain't no turning back, naw he betta not

Fast forward we seeing a mass shortage

In the lab now more cause you hot as ya last joint

And they never knew what hit em

Pedigree is G, he free, he thinking with a vision

Every melody is hitting, deadly agree he see

What they selling us is wicked

But they telling me I'm tripping

Watching these fellas get penalties

Catching felonies and prison

I'm just chilling got my celery and chicken

Peeping the jealousy and devil on a mission

I'm like a kettle when it whistle

its been long settled he official

Like a bevel how he chisel

On schedule and his head is on a swivel

There's levels to it either blow up or you shrivel

He dead excuses either glow up or get little

A poet just tryna give you a moment before he fizzle

The cold motor lit pardon all the intrusion

He on focus and dodging all the illusions.

Hard to dig what they don't understand

Think Big but they don't wanna plan

Can't live under thumbs of a man nah

Guess they call it a ego

Spit flames over time when he in

Shit should be illegal

Bron shit when his prime gonna end

Never nigga he a man of the people

Hard to dig what they don't understand

Think Big but they don't wanna plan

Can't live under thumbs of a man nah

Guess they call it a ego

Spit flames over time when he in

Shit should be illegal

Bron shit when his prime gonna end

Never nigga he a man of the people

Never did it like the "O" did it

Me and my bro got decades in the game

Tik tok like a slow minute

Shit won't ever ever feel the same so I got to put my soul in it

Independent with the flow business

Drop gems on a soccer mom while she waiting at the octagon

For it to turn to the color of trees

I blow in the breeze and freeze on em

I turn to the wind and pee on em

Corners I bend to be on em

And I ain't scared to eat on em

Look, Saying when he facing shit and with a eighth of piff

I got to taste the kit

A basic life, a basic chick wit no dreams

She couldn't chase a fifth and wonder why

We couldn't make it fit wit no scenes

But I ain't Jeffrey Bodine, seems

Hard to dig what they don't understand

Think Big but they don't wanna plan

Can't live under thumbs of a man nah

Guess they call it a ego

Spit flames over time when he in

Shit should be illegal

Bron shit when his prime gonna end

Never nigga he a man of the people

Hard to dig what they don't understand

Think Big but they don't wanna plan

Can't live under thumbs of a man nah

Guess they call it a ego

Spit flames over time when he in

Shit should be illegal

Bron shit when his prime gonna end

Never nigga he a man of the people