Stan Da Man
Nah mean
Yeah
You know we gone drill shit man
Any given Sunday nigga
Word
Still don't make me go and get my shit
Look
I pull up in the white ghost
Got my pipe close
If it's a money race
That shit ain't even quite close
I gets the blocks bitch
I'm the big man
On the high post
So used to money
I can count a quarter with my eyes closed
Yeah
They say Machine you changed since you got a deal
Nah I'm still on that kinda time
Like who we gotta kill
Pull up rocking drip
Yeah that's a lot of spill
Them DrumWork niggas still on demon-time
They gotta chill
Rappers don't play with us
They know my goons will spank em for it
He took his chain off so easy
I should thank em for it
I put that shit on like I'm Loso
With the anklet on em
Pop that nigga in his stomach
Now there's staples on it
The hand I write with got two braclets on it
My next album I'm a make a fortune
Used to sell weight now I'm a male a 100K performing
Machine... Bitch
We built this shit up brick by brick by brick
Don't make me go and get my shit
My niggas getting rich, rich, rich, rich
Still don't make me go and get my shit
We built this shit up brick by brick by brick
Don't make me go and get my shit
My niggas getting rich, rich, rich, rich
Still don't make me go and get my shit
Yo
Talk to me nice
Talk to me like you was fond of your life
Tell me how would your wife respond to this price
Semi-decent proposal
You point niggas out like you bogle
I figured it out I won't hold you
I just came here to show you
You a rapper boy
So much pain in this path to joy
Now we ready to Pastor Troy
Roll mobb deep like Rapper Noid
Ask the boy
I roamed the streets
Belt held heat and asteroids
Lord only knows what I built and destroyed
Hope that he judge off the shit I avoid
I love showing love
But some of this shit you could list under comedy
They faking as thugs
I just think niggas is boning in harmony
And no it don't bother me
But I'd rather be cancelled
Thank have niggas charging me
Some years of my life was devoted to robbery
And I repent too honestly
Now we eat with the sticks like the chinos
Bust down a port with the ricos
Might only brick on the free throws
Niggas see me for the cheat codes
Marshan I go beast mode
Profess in the X I go best mode
Spect-test I go reach mode
Profess in the X I go beast
Shout out to DrumWork
All praises due to The Bronx
Stan The Man what it is
Cage
Conway
Yah
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English
Stan Da Man
Nah mean
Yeah
You know we gone drill shit man
Any given Sunday nigga
Word
Still don't make me go and get my shit
Look
I pull up in the white ghost
Got my pipe close
If it's a money race
That shit ain't even quite close
I gets the blocks bitch
I'm the big man
On the high post
So used to money
I can count a quarter with my eyes closed
Yeah
They say Machine you changed since you got a deal
Nah I'm still on that kinda time
Like who we gotta kill
Pull up rocking drip
Yeah that's a lot of spill
Them DrumWork niggas still on demon-time
They gotta chill
Rappers don't play with us
They know my goons will spank em for it
He took his chain off so easy
I should thank em for it
I put that shit on like I'm Loso
With the anklet on em
Pop that nigga in his stomach
Now there's staples on it
The hand I write with got two braclets on it
My next album I'm a make a fortune
Used to sell weight now I'm a male a 100K performing
Machine... Bitch
We built this shit up brick by brick by brick
Don't make me go and get my shit
My niggas getting rich, rich, rich, rich
Still don't make me go and get my shit
We built this shit up brick by brick by brick
Don't make me go and get my shit
My niggas getting rich, rich, rich, rich
Still don't make me go and get my shit
Yo
Talk to me nice
Talk to me like you was fond of your life
Tell me how would your wife respond to this price
Semi-decent proposal
You point niggas out like you bogle
I figured it out I won't hold you
I just came here to show you
You a rapper boy
So much pain in this path to joy
Now we ready to Pastor Troy
Roll mobb deep like Rapper Noid
Ask the boy
I roamed the streets
Belt held heat and asteroids
Lord only knows what I built and destroyed
Hope that he judge off the shit I avoid
I love showing love
But some of this shit you could list under comedy
They faking as thugs
I just think niggas is boning in harmony
And no it don't bother me
But I'd rather be cancelled
Thank have niggas charging me
Some years of my life was devoted to robbery
And I repent too honestly
Now we eat with the sticks like the chinos
Bust down a port with the ricos
Might only brick on the free throws
Niggas see me for the cheat codes
Marshan I go beast mode
Profess in the X I go best mode
Spect-test I go reach mode
Profess in the X I go beast
Shout out to DrumWork
All praises due to The Bronx
Stan The Man what it is
Cage
Conway
Yah
Nah mean
Yeah
You know we gone drill shit man
Any given Sunday nigga
Word
Still don't make me go and get my shit
Look
I pull up in the white ghost
Got my pipe close
If it's a money race
That shit ain't even quite close
I gets the blocks bitch
I'm the big man
On the high post
So used to money
I can count a quarter with my eyes closed
Yeah
They say Machine you changed since you got a deal
Nah I'm still on that kinda time
Like who we gotta kill
Pull up rocking drip
Yeah that's a lot of spill
Them DrumWork niggas still on demon-time
They gotta chill
Rappers don't play with us
They know my goons will spank em for it
He took his chain off so easy
I should thank em for it
I put that shit on like I'm Loso
With the anklet on em
Pop that nigga in his stomach
Now there's staples on it
The hand I write with got two braclets on it
My next album I'm a make a fortune
Used to sell weight now I'm a male a 100K performing
Machine... Bitch
We built this shit up brick by brick by brick
Don't make me go and get my shit
My niggas getting rich, rich, rich, rich
Still don't make me go and get my shit
We built this shit up brick by brick by brick
Don't make me go and get my shit
My niggas getting rich, rich, rich, rich
Still don't make me go and get my shit
Yo
Talk to me nice
Talk to me like you was fond of your life
Tell me how would your wife respond to this price
Semi-decent proposal
You point niggas out like you bogle
I figured it out I won't hold you
I just came here to show you
You a rapper boy
So much pain in this path to joy
Now we ready to Pastor Troy
Roll mobb deep like Rapper Noid
Ask the boy
I roamed the streets
Belt held heat and asteroids
Lord only knows what I built and destroyed
Hope that he judge off the shit I avoid
I love showing love
But some of this shit you could list under comedy
They faking as thugs
I just think niggas is boning in harmony
And no it don't bother me
But I'd rather be cancelled
Thank have niggas charging me
Some years of my life was devoted to robbery
And I repent too honestly
Now we eat with the sticks like the chinos
Bust down a port with the ricos
Might only brick on the free throws
Niggas see me for the cheat codes
Marshan I go beast mode
Profess in the X I go best mode
Spect-test I go reach mode
Profess in the X I go beast
Shout out to DrumWork
All praises due to The Bronx
Stan The Man what it is
Cage
Conway
Yah
Writer: Mikel King
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