The Man

In the streets, he go by the name of Bone A-R-K

E-N-J, he sippin' on

White shirt, black pants on the phone, arguing with his mama how he not taking her home

And he was rollin' with the big whips, light red Bronco, high rollin' when he sit

Then Quila had to babysit, rail city callin', big chance of us gettin' rich

And he be workin' for the millions, hot water steamin', bakin' soda in the ceiling

And he gon' always have that feelin' that hungry niggas kick it with you

cause they want your chicken. I know there's times where I made you mad

but we was chillin', watchin' Kobe, talkin' bout the past

And I just thank God slowly, not only you my dad, but I can really call you my homie

Hey big bruh, here's a song that I wrote you, let's go get it pops, we takin' over