Phew

I’m the man, I got plans

5th of bourbon in my hand, that’ll make you change your stance

I’m like

In advance, and I rarely ever chance

Rather mitigate the risk

Keep my eye up on them bands

I’m like

I’m just saying, in the land

Guess I’m back in high demand

And my car ain’t from japan

But I drive it like I ran (from the cops)

I’m like damn

Seen you tweaking on the gram

I can never understand

How you claim to be a man (cuz you not)

Psssh, yeah you less able

Get these squares stretched out, that’s a rectangle

Tell that girl to wipe me down, like a wet table

Then come and get your ass beat, that’s a vegetable

Rest in peace, I’m deceased

That’s my car it’s not a lease

That’s givenchy not a crease

Firmly grounded like some cleats

Heard you homie sent a link

Listened to it shit is weak

You should trash and hit delete

If it ain’t about the bottom line it’s not important

I don’t entertain a buy if I can not afford it

I don’t like the 808 if it is not distorted

And I really wish you would but this is not a forest

So I’m back in my bag, once again

And you back on my back, once again

What’s new?

Michael Jack, hit my dance

Then I slide, like the roof

Of my whip, it go phew

Stock going up

That’s for sure, halleluj

It’s a blessing, lil bitch, how are you?

Show the numbers to my haters from the past

How’d I do?

The kind of growth that you been seeing from me, nothing new

Saw your civic that you bought right off the lot

Shit is cute, yeah

I guess we have different definitions of a coupe, yeah

You were awfully confident back in them high school days

Aye lil buddy, what happened to you?

How’s that 9-5 working, for you?

How’s that drive working for you?

Never stopped working now

I’m in the drive doing donuts

In a ride you can’t afford

And living life, never gave up on the grind

Fell a lot but never died, and my top go phew

If it ain’t about the bottom line it’s not important

I don’t entertain a buy if I can not afford it

I don’t like the 808 if it is not distorted

And I really wish you would but this is not a forest

So I’m back in my bag, once again

And you back on my back, once again

What’s new?

Michael Jack, hit my dance

Then I slide, like the roof

Of my whip, it go phew

Yeah my roof go off

And my three piece tailored so my suit go off

Smell like hugo boss, I cannot do no wrong

Yeah we can dead that now

You came up but it was short, that’s a dead cat bounce

I got next, hard work done got me blessed

I got texts, from some people that I know you’ve never met

That’s a flex, used to roll on decks

Now all I do is check my rolodex

I got contacts, so you could say my vision got correct

I’m like, woo woo woo woo woo

Tell her I just do it my whole life a Nike swoosh

You might see me chill, but that’s once in a blue Moon

I love the grind, can’t comply till I’m U2

Back when I was young and throwing clips up on my YouTube

Used to dream about the day when I’d be in a new coupe

Now I’m in an Audi doing numbers off of rap shit

My top go phew as I maneuver through the traffic

Yeah bitch!