From A Man Lyrics by Young Thug
They sayin’ my nigga great, they sayin’ what it is
I been focusing on my babies, just ’cause they my kids
I took off my necklaces, couldn’t see the plot twist
Magnificent purposes, you could tell by the Letterman
I’m turned up on medicine
I’m still streamin’ pussy, nigga, show me a better man
Rolls Royce umbrellas
I turned to a felon, I was stackin’ some cheddar
I turned my profits up, now I gotta perform at Coachella
I had just turned Hermes up, now I be rockin’ Margiela
I’m on the block where they gon’ wait for you to fail then tell you
They spinnin’ all my racks, and they ain’t tell me now
All you jewelers tryna rob, ain’t nothin’ to sell me now
Throw [?] need a stylist
Yeah, it’s been tryna call back, yeah, shit pure fire
If you get a million plaques, better hide it in the house
You better not let her get no internet ’cause I spill on the jet
Don’t stand him up beside me
Big dawg, told me get the check like Nike
I think the toy [?]
They way I’m movin’ in the streets
Real up inside me, got me comin’ home nightly
I fell in love with you, bounce, no [cyclin’?]
A real redbone tryna come wife me
No one night, more like nightly
Forty K, I’m bein’ grown
Yeah, I’m just tryna steer the song
Blacks got the weather, King Kong
Black guy in the world gettin’ on, yeah
Black guy can’t do wrong
Black guy in his motherfuckin’ zone, yeah
Black boy makin’ it home
Black boy ain’t makin’ it home
Tryna meet the crack of dawn, uh
Trappin’ in my Reebok, I don’t see opp
I’m just tryna get all my re-up, I don’t wanna be opps
Cost me a lot, we all flee out, like we all [?]
Or gettin’ high ’til I don’t see up, [?]
She see her own face, and she ain’t clear
She don’t wanna be herself, and just for that I got a fear
I’m endin’ off this internet shit like my mirror
This shit ain’t passed up none of my ideas, I made me a mill’
I wonder if I ever get off [?] and poppin’ pills
I don’t know, but right now it feels real, this shit real
I’m ’bout to feel, I’m big wheel, I’m king spear
I ever write it with my years, I’m gettin’ killed
I swear I’m gettin’ killed
They sayin’ my nigga great, they sayin’ what it is
I been focusing on my babies, just ’cause they my kids
I took off my necklaces, couldn’t see the plot twist
Magnificent purposes, you could tell by the Letterman
I’m turned up on medicine
I’m still streamin’ pussy, nigga, show me a better man
Rolls Royce umbrellas
I turned to a felon, I was stackin’ some cheddar
I turned my profits up, now I gotta perform at Coachella