You’re Da Man

[Intro]

Uh, uh

Yo

[Verse 1]

They plan was to knock me out the top of the game

But I overstand they truth is all lame

I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame

Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name

Nas too real, Nas, true king

It's however you feel, go 'head, you swing

Your arms too short to box with God

I don't kill soloists, only kill squads

Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"

Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys

I seen it coming soon as I popped my first bottle

I spotted my enemies tryna do what I do

Came in with my style, so I fathered you

I kept changing on the world since Barbeque

Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with

Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said

If I ever make a record, I'll take a check

And put something away for a rainy day to make my exit

But look at me now, ten years deep

Since the project bench with cracks in my sock, 'sleep

I never asked to be top of rap's elite

Just a ghetto child tryna learn the craft of the streets

But look at me now

[Chorus]

You're the man, you're the man

You're the man, you're the man

You're the man, you're the man

You're the man, you're the man

You're the man, you're the man

[Verse 2]

Now wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars

And diamond rings can poison a rap star

Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky

Wish I could flap wings and fly away

To where black kings in Ghana stay

So I could get old, my flesh rot away

But that'll be the day when it's peace

When my gat don't need to spray

When these streets are safe to play

Sex with death, indulge in these women

Vision my own skeleton swimming in eternal fire

Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina

Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds

I beg for God's help, why they love hurting me?

I'm your disciple, a thug certainly

I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R

If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar

.45 in my waist, staring at my reflection

In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion

When everything around me got cloudy

The chair became a king's throne, my destiny found me

It was clear why the struggle was so painful

Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to

And God, I'm so thankful

[Chorus]

You're the man, you're the man

You're the man, you're the man

You're the man, you're the man

You're the man, you're the man

You're the man, you're the man

You're the man, you're the man

You're the man

[Interlude]

Yo, ugh, look, look, ugh, that's that bitch Wiz was fuckin' (Haha)

Damn, that's fucked up

Nigga, let's get high, nigga (Roll them dice, nigga, hurry up)

Highest to the sky, it's four hundred in here, nigga

What the fuck is you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?

One, one, one, all around the bar

Come on, let's get high, nigga, oh, shit, oh (Oh)

Four fifty-six, nigga, shut the fuck up

Fuck y'all niggas, run my fuckin' money (Run that back)

Run that back, man (Bust it back)

I gotta get high, man, you got weed? (Run that back)

Run it back? Alright, run it back, c'mon