| Who am I? |
| I’m the man, they ain’t fucking with my vibe
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| Who am I? |
| In demand, I’m the one with the supply
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| Who am I? |
| Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky
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| Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why
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| Who am I? |
| I’m the man, they ain’t fucking with my vibe
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| Who am I? |
| In demand, I’m the one with the supply
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| Who am I? |
| Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky
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| Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why
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| Just went and got me a Range, I bought the homies a chain
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| Just took a weekend in Mayne, I got no need to complain
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| Yeah, I’m so far in the wave that when I wave they can’t see me 'cause I’m too
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| far away
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| Need binoculars like you’re watching birds, got exotic birds where I lay
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| One of 'em Venezuelan, with a couple bisexual Asians
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| Who always be kissin' each other while both of 'em giving me head in my basement
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| Got 'em all stuck in the web
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| Bitch, I’m the butter and bread
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| Monster from under the bed
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| Fuck what they said
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| Foot on the gas and I’m running the red
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| So I’m here to tell 'em why
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| I’m an enterprise, fully energized
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| Who am I? |
| I’m that guy, I’m the burger with the fries
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| I’m the product and supplier
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| I’m the label and the writer
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| They gon' hang my jersey up when I retire
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| Yeah
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| Who am I? |
| I’m the man, they ain’t fucking with my vibe
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| Who am I? |
| In demand, I’m the one with the supply
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| Who am I? |
| Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky
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| Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why
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| Who am I? |
| I’m the man, they ain’t fucking with my vibe
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| Who am I? |
| In demand, I’m the one with the supply
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| Who am I? |
| Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky
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| Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why
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| Who am I? |
| I’m the man with the plan, like LeBlanc
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| Who am I? |
| I’m the man, got that loud up in my trunk
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| Who am I? |
| I’m the man, your bitch hit me when she drunk
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| Who am I? |
| I’m the man, smell me comin' like a skunk
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| Number one on the news and I got no 'Gram
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| I’m the best off the island since the Wu-Tang Clan
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| Always changing my number, never knowing where I am
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| Like the alt Rock genre, got a couple thousand bands
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| Yeah, let me back it up real quick
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| Ya’ll didn’t know I could spit
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| Speakin' fire like a Peaky Blinder
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| Got Netflix money, I’m rich
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| I’m on my shit, stackin' a bigger amount
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| Countin' my dough as I sit on my couch
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| While Perez Hilton and the gossip columns
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| Talkin' shit with my dick in their mouth
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| Who am I? |
| I’m the man, they ain’t fucking with my vibe
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| Who am I? |
| In demand, I’m the one with the supply
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| Who am I? |
| Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky
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| Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why
|
| Who am I? |
| I’m the man, they ain’t fucking with my vibe
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| Who am I? |
| In demand, I’m the one with the supply
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| Who am I? |
| Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky
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| Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky |