Lyrics I'm the Man - Curly J

I'm the Man

I’m the man, I’mma just fuck it up until they understand
What’s the plan?
I dropped out of school and now I’m making hella bands
Real fans, they tell the word about me like a weatherman
They do not know so I show who better than
Who was first place when I feel like the running man?
Same bitches that was done with me now they the same bitches wanna fuck with me
'Cause I count bands a lot, not 21 but count bands a lot
detach
Oh, that’s your girl?, I heard about that, I been with that
Keep a nine on me like Rondo
Shawty give top like like a bitch with a tombo
I remember times I was fuckin' with the dime hoes
And I passed them off to a nigga like Lonzo
Keep them by my side, shawty gon' ride
I was in the sun and the time gon' go by
So times erase when the sun still shine, yeah
But I been that guy
I’m the man, I’mma just fuck it up until they understand
What’s the plan?
I dropped out of school and now I’m making hella bands
Real fans, they tell the word about me like a weatherman
They do not know so I show who better than
Who was first place when I feel like the running man?
Shawty gon' ride for me
She gon' lie to you just to be with me
I ain’t really with that talk, all I make is hits, nigga whatchu mean?
All these bands on me, drip too hard like I’m in the scene
Count 'em all, one, two, three
Make them hoes compete just to make the team
I’m the man, I’mma just fuck it up until they understand
What’s the plan?
I dropped out of school and now I’m making hella bands
Real fans, they tell the word about me like a weatherman
They do not know so I show who better than
Who was first place when I feel like the running man?
Same bitches that was done with me now they the same bitches wanna fuck with me
'Cause I count bands a lot, not 21 but count bands a lot
Don’t talk to me if you don’t talk 'bout millions
Gon' forever be a normal civillian
He wanna battle, she not really feelin' 'em
She want 'em gone, we know how to get rid of them, yeah
So underrated, it should be illegal
All of my niggas, we fly like the eagles
She on me bad, she ready to mingle
I know if I just, keyword, 'work hard'
I’ma be on the charts like Drake and The Beatles
They wait 'til you hot to show love
When I get to the top, no fake love (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I’m the man, I’mma just fuck it up until they understand
What’s the plan?
I dropped out of school and now I’m making hella bands
Real fans, they tell the word about me like a weatherman
They do not know so I show who better than
Who was first place when I feel like the running man?