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I'm still the the man
They still hating
Sticking to the plan, whole fam get cake
Ima get a hundred bands, slam them on my wrist
Man I never ever thought a life like this
I be doing dumb dope, doing dumb dope shit
Doing dumb dope, doing dumb dope
I be doing dumb dope, doing dumb dope shit
Doing dumb dope, doing dumb dope

You know me, then you know I'm never bankrupt
You know me, then you know I'm never dankrupt
To talk to me, first you gotta get your name up
We the only ones that never changed up
Y'all sound the same, y'all should probably switch the lane up

And think twice before you ever bring the gang up
You ask my niggas and they all gone feel the same, ya
The streets the only things that ever raised us
And when you in these streets no one can save ya
We lost the realest niggas to this game bruh
I'm the man, like M. Diddy I might do a bop
I'm the man in my city, homie you are not
I got some plans with ya biddy, she gon' give me top
Throw some grams in the titty if I spot a cop

I'm still the the man
They still hating
Sticking to the plan, whole fam get cake
Ima get a hundred bands, slam them on my wrist
Man I never ever thought a life like this
I be doing dumb dope, doing dumb dope shit

Doing dumb dope, doing dumb dope
I be doing dumb dope, doing dumb dope shit
Doing dumb dope, doing dumb dope

Holding up foe with my thug woe
Introducing clients to this young hoe
I don't have feelings, they all done for
Pussy boy, I know that he don't want war
Smoking out in Harlem with my young low
Every borough rocking with the young bo
Obstacles be coming when you want more
Shit be getting dark that's what the sun's for
Hey, Stizzy come and play, Ok I'm in LA
In the sky for half a day but I'm still on the wave
I can tell that you ain't paid the way you throwing shade
I got too much on my plate to have some time to hate

Ring, ring, ring, I think I found a play
I been unemployed for years but I still found a way
You know shit get crunchy when you live on my terrain
I pick money over fame to try to tame the pain
Man...

I'm still the the man
They still hating
Sticking to the plan, whole fam get cake
Ima get a hundred bands, slam them on my wrist
Man I never ever thought a life like this
I be doing dumb dope, doing dumb dope shit
Doing dumb dope, doing dumb dope
I be doing dumb dope, doing dumb dope shit
Doing dumb dope, doing dumb dope

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