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My Man

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Hip-Hop/Rap

My Man was released on November 24, 2022 by Fathouse Wreckords, https://fathousewreckords.com as a part of the album My Man - Single

Song Details

AlbumMy Man - Single

Release DateNovember 24, 2022

LabelFathouse Wreckords, https://fathousewreckords.com

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM101

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LYRICS

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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

John Manuel Martinez

John Manuel Martinez

Songwriter

Derrick Lemmel Stewart

Derrick Lemmel Stewart

Songwriter

Trevant Hardson

Trevant Hardson

Songwriter

Emendu Rashaan Wilcox

Emendu Rashaan Wilcox

Songwriter

Lyrics

That's my man doin', man

My man, my man (My man)

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

I'm gettin' down with the rest of 'em, props we collectin' 'em

Only stop the mic check, after that I'm settin' 'em

Up for the free fall, watch me emcee y'all

Call all your troops 'cause my bag is loose

With more juice than Tupac, let's see if you got

What it takes, to bust rhymes over breaks

Took you like twenty takes to bust a rhyme on tape

'Cause you all outta shape, I'm so fly, I need a cape

Need to work on your waistline before you face mine

I don't waste time, my rhymes thick like a baseline

You wind like a bitch so give my dick some face time

You soft like cake, on the mic a straight crime

My man Tre served you on the platter, now what's the matter?

You gonna squirt a few cryin' 'cause we hurtin' you?

Yo, my man, my man and all my homies

Got plans for you phony's, that's a breath for your baloney

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man (Yo), my man

They wanna hit me with that okie doke, whole thing up in smoke

Cheech & Chong monkey biz, throwin' shit like Donkey Kong

But they got this king wrong, see I'm illuminated

But not Illuminati though, I mesmerize all the hotties at the party so

They think I'm Bob Marley

The way I'm swingin' that shit up in the barrio

And my confessions get you closer to God

'Cause I ain't got shit for you **** and broads

And some of you think that you are worth my time and energy

Gotta shoot 'em down like centipede

And stories will be told about me and some center fold

Now without plastic but Magic's in a hole

Gets Jurassic before I side classics

When askin' what happens, depend on who you askin'

Enough of that, I got good times to baskin'

Leavin' that bullshit in the trash bin, for real

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

He knew do dop shu wa shu wa

I gotta freak my funk, so I don't fall off a flop

A fat freestyle is what I'll always be able to drop

Even if my shit goes pop, yeah, uh

'Cause here I come with the cold show stopper

Hip-hop opera 'cause fat live proper

True hip-hopper, fly rhyme dropper

Radical, mathematical, medical, theoretical doctor

Large flight Procter & Gamble

Silly like Sambo but ooh, I'ma let you know

If rap was a wild thing, I would be a ho

So that's all I gotta say, until tomorrow

And I make up some more lyrics and then I will lay it on the track

But until then it just gotta sound like that

Eh, leave it 'cause that's fat, enough

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

My man, my man

Written by: Derrick Lemmel Stewart, Emendu Rashaan Wilcox, John Manuel Martinez, Trevant Hardson

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