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Hey Blow,,, That ain't your mans if he don't put you on your feet (on your feet) That ain't your mans if he don't show how to eat How come he the only one who gettin' paper? That nigga a hater, pussy nigga hater That ain't your mans (shh, what?) It is what it is, I call it how I see it (what?) But that ain't your man tho' (what? yeah, uh) It is what it is, I call it how I see it (yeah) That ain't your mans I work everyday Tryna win this race, yeah But I got hits, they say they don't know my face, yeah I'ma go overdrive on them niggas I can't sleep until the six figures But they tryna pull me down like I figured But everyday my niggas tryna get bigger We don't be worried 'bout hate I never try to be late Early bird get the worm Whatever you make you earned You say that's your friend but that ain't your friend That nigga don't be concerned You say that's your mans but that ain't your mans That nigga gon' let you get burned That ain't your mans if he don't put you on your feet (on your feet) That ain't your mans if he don't show how to eat How come he the only one who gettin' paper? That nigga a hater, pussy nigga hater That ain't your mans (shh, what?) It is what it is, I call it how I see it (what?) But that ain't your man tho' (what? yeah, uh) It is what it is, I call it how I see it (yeah) That ain't your mans That ain't your fam He say he fuck with you, he don't post you on his 'Gram God damn, you his shooter I see he gettin' bread but you don't have no mula I can't keep my mouth shut that shit be botherin' me 'Cause friendships should be equal but it be hard to see But I gotta remember that they weren't raised like me So I cut them niggas off before it got deep That ain't your mans if he don't put you on your feet (on your feet) That ain't your mans if he don't show how to eat How come he the only one who gettin' paper? That nigga a hater, pussy nigga hater That ain't your mans (shh, what?) It is what it is, I call it how I see it (what?) But that ain't your man tho' (what? yeah, uh) It is what it is, I call it how I see it (yeah) That ain't your mans
Writer(s): Tevin Keari Maurice Thompson, Kerry Carter, Delshaun Maurice Wilkey, Christopher Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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