[Intro]
Stan the Man
[Verse 1]
While you were sitting down ‘round broke waiting on your stimmy
I was in the mansion sipping on some Henny
Knocking that surround sound, listening to Biggie
Jumped in the pool with the [?] and Remy
Forgot I have a phone in my pocket, how silly
Switched the sim card, put the sim in like Diggy
Fish tank’s built in the wall looking pretty
Fireplace burning, sending smoke through the chimney
Mix matching brands, wifey pantyhose Vicky
Bathrobe Versace, but the house slippers Fendi
Used to do flips on the mattress that was pissy
Now I got a bed that was flown in from Sicily
Not sure if I’ma get the ‘Rarri or the Bentley
Might just get both, man I’m feeling kinda picky
Hand full of ass, mouth full of titties
Sucking on them breasts so hard, they got a hicky
I am the hustle and I’m from the grind
I don’t complain that the mountain too high, homie, I come to climb
I gross money, but it wasn’t mine
Now it’s not gross, it’s all net like Michael Jordan from the line
I’m like Stevie when it come to mine
Not Stevie Wonder, Stevie J, I got faith I wasn’t blind
I had a deal when I wasn’t signed
‘Cause I was signed to the streets, made more cake than Duncan Hines
I’m way different when it come to rhymes
I’m special like my homie from Brooklyn, shout out to Busta Rhymes
[Hook]
Niggas try to disrespect me, say no more
Said they’ll go do something when they catch me, say no more
All this talking, no action, man, I don’t play no more
We gon’ do it, then let’s get to it, nigga, say no more
[Verse 2]
I got a lot of haters, they only got me greater
Man I clean up nice, I wear a lot of Gators
I’ll have you calling the cops, begging the operator
I can’t take bullshit, I’m not a tolerator
A person do something for you and couple hours later
They throw it back in your face, then that was not a favor
The cops ran up on me, they said, “I got you, gangster
Is anything in your pocket sharp? Am I in danger?”
I said, “no”, I lied, he started wildin’ major
He cut his hand in my pocket, I had a lot of razors
I break the truth down like a denominator
Hit me on Facebook, I am the moderator
Niggas want to have a collision, I tell them we could clash
Shatter your whole windshield, you will eat the glass
Hit and run, no evidence, they ain’t see the crash
Raise your hand before you talk to me when I’m teaching class
Can’t beat them, join them, nah, homie, you’re speaking trash
Can’t beat them, I’ma keep fighting until I beat their ass
Suck a dick, no homo
You be sucking P cock, NBC logo
[Hook]
Niggas try to disrespect me, say no more
Said they’ll go do something when they catch me, say no more
All this talking, no action, man, I don’t play no more
We gon’ do it, then let’s get to it, nigga, say no more
Stan the Man
[Verse 1]
While you were sitting down ‘round broke waiting on your stimmy
I was in the mansion sipping on some Henny
Knocking that surround sound, listening to Biggie
Jumped in the pool with the [?] and Remy
Forgot I have a phone in my pocket, how silly
Switched the sim card, put the sim in like Diggy
Fish tank’s built in the wall looking pretty
Fireplace burning, sending smoke through the chimney
Mix matching brands, wifey pantyhose Vicky
Bathrobe Versace, but the house slippers Fendi
Used to do flips on the mattress that was pissy
Now I got a bed that was flown in from Sicily
Not sure if I’ma get the ‘Rarri or the Bentley
Might just get both, man I’m feeling kinda picky
Hand full of ass, mouth full of titties
Sucking on them breasts so hard, they got a hicky
I am the hustle and I’m from the grind
I don’t complain that the mountain too high, homie, I come to climb
I gross money, but it wasn’t mine
Now it’s not gross, it’s all net like Michael Jordan from the line
I’m like Stevie when it come to mine
Not Stevie Wonder, Stevie J, I got faith I wasn’t blind
I had a deal when I wasn’t signed
‘Cause I was signed to the streets, made more cake than Duncan Hines
I’m way different when it come to rhymes
I’m special like my homie from Brooklyn, shout out to Busta Rhymes
[Hook]
Niggas try to disrespect me, say no more
Said they’ll go do something when they catch me, say no more
All this talking, no action, man, I don’t play no more
We gon’ do it, then let’s get to it, nigga, say no more
[Verse 2]
I got a lot of haters, they only got me greater
Man I clean up nice, I wear a lot of Gators
I’ll have you calling the cops, begging the operator
I can’t take bullshit, I’m not a tolerator
A person do something for you and couple hours later
They throw it back in your face, then that was not a favor
The cops ran up on me, they said, “I got you, gangster
Is anything in your pocket sharp? Am I in danger?”
I said, “no”, I lied, he started wildin’ major
He cut his hand in my pocket, I had a lot of razors
I break the truth down like a denominator
Hit me on Facebook, I am the moderator
Niggas want to have a collision, I tell them we could clash
Shatter your whole windshield, you will eat the glass
Hit and run, no evidence, they ain’t see the crash
Raise your hand before you talk to me when I’m teaching class
Can’t beat them, join them, nah, homie, you’re speaking trash
Can’t beat them, I’ma keep fighting until I beat their ass
Suck a dick, no homo
You be sucking P cock, NBC logo
[Hook]
Niggas try to disrespect me, say no more
Said they’ll go do something when they catch me, say no more
All this talking, no action, man, I don’t play no more
We gon’ do it, then let’s get to it, nigga, say no more
( Papoose )
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