JAMES BROWN
HOOK
This is a man’s world… (x 4)
VERSE 1
Uh, man the fuck up, fresh ass nigga, brands the fuck up
Shit so crack I’m gram’ed the fuck up, and like a fat girl the 9 pounds is tucked
I’ll get it if I have to, my twitter name niggas, don’t make them get @ you
I’m so New York they should build me a statue, QB vision cuz I’m looking right pass you
Hater niggas only talk bad things, see you on a good day and have mood swings, nah
I ain't with all the gossip, that’s bitch shit, I’ll leave it to Bossip
TMZ, MediaTakeOut, I kill audios, media take out
No basketball these niggas just fake out, I don’t tend to beef I am not a steakhouse
Mannequin niggas need to get fresher, swag is more nonetheless-er
Following trends to impress her, and while your busy doing that I’m about to undress her
No offense, you niggas ain't shit, with your screwed faces you all need face lifts
No ambition, no standards, below basic, no class no taste buds ya’ll are tasteless
Eww, S-M-H, don’t forget the “C” after the M-H
Say I’m doing good when I’m really doing great, so humble, while ya’ll still mumble, hate
I am like no safety on a gun, the same guy that your girl calls to have fun
My nuts weigh a ton, DAYRON the tutorial; I’ll show you how to do this son
HOOK
VERSE 2
Lil’ nigga stand on your own two, or all fours and fucked like a bitch do
In a cruel world no one to run to, that’s why I gotta go in like a curfew
Girls will be hoes and guys will be players, to girls may a nun have you in prayers
I just want my cake in all its layers, hunt girls who live that vampire life and slay her
Ha, Sarah Michelle Geller, fuck a star I’m a nebular doing stellar
A cooler on my pinky and my wrist is a cellar
That bad bitch you with you don’t beat, y’all acapella, ha
That Satan money cuz a nigga getting hella, y’all all should man the fuck up and do better
Denim jacket or a varsity leather, I’m surprised I haven’t grown a bathing ape feathers, look
No remorse’in, for them bitch niggas endorsing, that kid shit them niggas abortions
My clique full of fly niggas your dealing with Martians, spaceships, space boots, we’re out of this orbit
Kicked her out the crib now the bitch is an orphan, only after I played around in her organs
And since I’m wining ya’ll niggas should forfeit, you couldn’t take the heat so you cry for your losses
Ha, man them niggas Chris Bosh’ing, lets talk money cuz I speak that often
You either go hard or you soften, Dominican with hits, I should play for Boston
And this a man’s world lil’ nigga, that means get money fuck girls lil’ nigga
Eliminate all your enemies, just make sure you ain't dealing with me lil’ nigga
HOOK
VERSE 3
Fuck that, I ain't come here to make friends, like girl hair you’re my enemy if we don’t split ends
So if you wanna start it then let it begin, but whoever wanna start it better make sure that he finish me
I’m here now, and ya’ll still can’t touch me, beauty’s skin deep but I’ll turn shit ugly
If you wnna start it then let it begin, but whoever wanna start it better make sure that he finish me, and fuck em!
No condom, I’m raw, ya’ll knock off I’m the realest you saw
You give her calls while I take off her bra, then give her back like a refund on the card
You can’t beat the odds, you can’t get even, spittin’ the truth to give you something to believe in
Won’t stop ‘til stop breathing, intoxicate the air, but I ain't leaving
You can’t fuck hoes with no doe that’s broke shit, and girls can’t do the same that’s hoe shit
The double standard for your double d’s, well I got two nuts you could double these
Uh, Beyonce got y’all gassed, only girls who could talk shit got ass
The rest got swag, the others got a pretty face, and the rest of y’all I’ll pass
Niggas get fed then bite the hand and I can’t relate cuz we’re no longer fam
Be a grown ass man, run your own shit, grow a sack, and wear you own damn pants
Uh, wouldn’t expect y’all to understand, like a bad day I’m here to fuck up plans
Nigga I’m the man, which means “this land is my land”
