The Man Lyrics

I turn my pain into power
Back in the day put the flame to the powder
My lady waited on the counter with the towel
While I sang a Rick James banger in the shower
My folks is dependent on me
I wish you could see my vision through the tinted Courtey's
Women and liquor for the army
As for the car bitch this is a Ferrari
The best perservere
I start the verse when the check clear
I spark purp, silk shirt
Half open with the chest hair
Mind blowing sex with the cognac breath
A five star spread from the chef
Never been a hater I don't give a fuck enough
Besides that here shit's on the up and up
I got wind of betrayal
I grab the big piece of shrimp by the tail
Switch the cell, bitches on a niggas trail
I won't nail nothing less than a bombshell
Respect is the cornerstone
Bum niggas can't afford those clothes
The 44 chrome with the long nose
Call it Ginobli, you real nigga show me
I'm from a better cut of Cashmere
A plethora, the vest shed cat hair
Jaguar jacket, scratch the catnip
Black pimp, you bypass Fatlip
Deep rooted, the piece shoot it
The fact I'm G can't be disputed
Speak foolish you can leak fluid
Bust his chest wide open you can see through it

[Hook]
Always had a pack for a way to get a stackRoc Marciano - The Man - http://motolyrics.com/roc-marciano/the-man-lyrics.html
Hustlin this young niggas livin in a shack
Runnin with the pack, pull a lever off your back
Crisp New Era with the Timbs all black
Hangin in the lobby with the click we some knuckle heads
Puffin L's, big gun by the underwear
Just in case you was unaware
I'm still a motherfuckin man

A new chapter, new Asten
The ghost call it casper
The chain is Alaska
The fact that my kicks is suede became a factor
I'm rollin hash with my current hoes
Sniff the Chris Mullin off the envelope
Smooth game, shave butter soap
200K's straight butterloaf
Three hoes tryin to rape a nigga
I'm fixated on a greater figure
I scooped the bitch with a greater figure
Cause I'm a grade A nigga
Paint the picture with a steady hand
The same way I hold the 40 blow 20 grand
Half naked women tastefully bellydance
I bet that pussy taste like a Cherry chance

[Hook]
Always had a pack for a way to get a stack
Hustlin this young niggas livin in a shack
Runnin with the pack, pull a lever off your back
Crisp New Era with the Timbs all black
Hangin in the lobby with the click we some knuckle heads
Puffin L's, big gun by the underwear
Just in case you was unaware
I'm still a motherfuckin man