Man's World ft. Feef & Naufal Lyrics

Thugging through life man, I don't need a knife

I did so much wrong, don't know how to make it right

But I'm tryna transform, like I'm on a fucking diet

Man I'm ready for a war, I don't really do no fights

Still a fucking star, I just lost my shine

Always go too far, man I cross all lines

Still stunning when I rhyme, but I'm running out of time

Trust me I'm about to break bad like I'm Mr. White

Let me paint a picture, life's a movie, call it Pixar

Grew up, didn't have much instructions

Grew up, didn't have much in fact

I just had a bunch of questions, now I have the answers

With a bunch of hurtful lessons

Been doubted many times, still stand tall like CR7

Some shit don't leave my side, and my shoes the size 11

Walking in them won't be nice

You had a head start, now we standing side by side

Not to say I'm better, I just know a lot more

Some people they be full of shit, some are full of love

You reap what you sow, so this summer I just dug

And this winter I'll just dig, I know you think you know me

And I laugh at it, since you don't know the half of it

And I know I don't rap too quick, cause I don't really fuck with it

My purpose is to rap legit I do that and I never switch

Yeah, I never switch, when I write it's not a skip

Feef on the mic, I mean back on his shit

This is not a beat dawg, this is my canvas

Paint it with my pain dawg, I've been losing sleep, dawg

Never losing faith, still too much shit to handle

My life is a gamble, welcome to a man's world, yeah

Welcome to a man's world, too much shit to handle

Shit I've seen is mad tough, surrounded by fake love

And a lot of bad luck, yeah,

Sad stuff, what we had was special, how you left so random, shit

Naufal and me back, it's like Eminem and JID on Fuel

Many thought we lacked, we got many men ridiculed

She said I don't talk, if I do, will you listen to it

I give you this map of my life, will you look into it

Went on a get together, brought with me a scissor to it

Cut off all you fuckers, I don't need another fake friend

Same goes for lover, I saw you and I knew man, I was in trouble

Turns out it was true, but I ain't like the others

Trying to plan it all through, ah man, what a bummer

I'm still in my groove, but some days I wonder

How can you not move, when I kept it a hundred

I know how this goes

When everything is good, it is bound to fall apart

Then you must have understood, all that writing on the wall

I know how it all starts, I just wonder how it ends

Do this for the art, I don't really fuck with trends, yeah

Thugging through life man, I don't need a knife

I did so much wrong, don't know how to make it right

But I'm tryna transform, like I'm on a fucking diet

Man I'm ready for a war, I don't really do no fights

Still a fucking star, I just lost my shine

Always go too far, man I cross all lines

Still stunning when I rhyme, but I'm running out of time

Trust me I'm about to break bad like I'm Mr. White

Feef out

Shit

Can't lie, you know

Yeah, I don't wanna get into the sentimental shit

I've been on the loose with my heavy metal shit

Back with a slap like my wife's Jada Smith

Lay these bitches down, I'm about to take a piss

Yeah, I've been running up the hill, bitch, I'm teaching skills

Like my name is Rick Beato

Yeah, like a deer to a croc, like a key to the lock

Bitch, I learned to play piano

Yeah, syllable killing and I'm taking these shots

Like my name is now Keanu

Yeah, I've been up all night trying to win this pawn fight

Bitch, I'm Sleepless in Seattle

I don't wanna go wherever they go

I don't wanna know whatever they know

I've been taking shots every time they tell me to slow down

Now my DUIs ain't paid, oh

I got 4.0 in school

I got Tulane in my books

I've been keeping my head in the game

And the game in my head ain't leaving soon

I've been nutmegging like Kroos

I've been feefing with my bro (feefing)

We've been taking control in the full like Scott and Carti, hol' up, woah

Now the game's in the hands of the virtuoso boy

My Paco Rabbanes and Diors got you cloyed

When I leave this game of rap, then my sleeve, embroidered

Sniffing like Jeremy, but in my peak Cologne Boy

What have I been up to

This time I've been going slow, turtle in the race (can't lie)

This time I've been teaching at your own pace, yeah

This time I've been beating y'all at your own game, 'kay

Yet you see, bitch, you and I still ain't one in the same, okay

This is not a beat dawg, this is my canvas

Paint it with my pain dawg, I've been losing sleep, dawg

Never losing faith, still too much shit to handle

My life is a gamble, welcome to a man's world, yeah

Welcome to a man's world, too much shit to handle

Shit I've seen is mad tough, surrounded by fake love

And a lot of bad luck, yeah,

Sad stuff, what we had was special, how you left so random, shit