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This a man world I’m on man time
Bro whipping coke I guess he on pots and pans time
If you need work well just hit up my landline
It’s some **** behind the wall doing that fed time
Juvies they tryna sleep shit
Bed time
Money up front if you want me to headline
Bruh got em a new AP
New time
Big choppas unfold
Futon
shooters on standby
Ready to flatline
These **** on bitch time , really be felines
Beat the block that’s what time that I’m on
Yeen got your own crib you ain’t grown
Bitch I flex my own racks and my own pole
Move a hunnid a week this is life goals
lil **** with a 6”5 ego
I hop a toy with a grown man b-roll
Why these pussies never stick to the G Code
2 glicks on me I’m going beast mode
My **** shooting shit up just like some b-roll
Army guns like a GTA cheat Code
Burglar bars we don’t fuck with no peep hole
I hit the block and then I beat like I’m cheecho
Spicy mamacita from Puerto Rico
I told my Migo gotta keep it tranquilo
Man Rip Ceelo
That paper going just like chi chi chi chia
Denim pockets yeah they full of velveta
Been had them stripes like I was an Adidas
This bitch ain’t hungry but she still is a eater
Glock get to kicking like fifa
Choppa it come with the breather
Choppa shaking like a geeker
We coming erasing shit just like a teacher
Damn
This a man world I’m on man time
Bro whipping coke I guess he on pots and pans time
If you need work well just hit up my landline
It’s some **** behind the wall doing that fed time
Juvies they tryna sleep shit
Bed time
Money up front if you want me to headline
Bruh got em a new AP
New time
Big choppas unfold
Futon
shooters on standby
Ready to flatline
These **** on bitch time , really be felines
Beat the block that’s what time that I’m on
Yeen got your own crib you ain’t grown
Bitch I flex my own racks and my own pole
Move a hunnid a week this is life goals
lil **** with a 6”5 ego
I hop a toy with a grown man b-roll
My young **** Wylin
Pull out them sticks and get childish
I still can get immature with them glocks
But I got balance
Don’t nobody move while I’m counting be silent
Middle of the day them wolves howling
They coming to hunt no matter what time
We taking what’s yours bitch we skipping the line
I be moving in tune with my 3rd eye
We don’t stop at red lights or at stop signs
I’m fresh out them partments on man time
These **** really on fan time
I brought out all the drums , I’m on the band line
No Face No Case , I Pray they cant rewind
Wack a **** then confess to the iman
Spent his block back to back
Like vine
Broke **** tryna keep up
Stop trying
Pouring that mud in my sprite not lime
Check out the big face Grown man Time
This a man world I’m on man time
Bro whipping coke I guess he on pots and pans time
If you need work well just hit up my landline
It’s some **** behind the wall doing that fed time
Juvies they tryna sleep shit
Bed time
Money up front if you want me to headline
Bruh got em a new AP
New time
Big choppas unfold
Futon
shooters on standby
Ready to flatline
These **** on bitch time , really be felines
Beat the block that’s what time that I’m on
Yeen got your own crib you ain’t grown
Bitch I flex my own racks and my own pole
Move a hunnid a week this is life goals
lil **** with a 6”5 ego
I hop a toy with a grown man b-roll
Written by: Big Flock, Jux2, Scarfo Da Plug
