The Man Song Lyrics

Cause he's the man

At the house since his dad left, wake up, days feeling stressed
No stability, every year got a new address
Never change the view from this window, he seeing mad arrest
He saw his homie's death, same age, same story
Questioned God, wonder why he would take a such young shorty
It ain't even 8: 40, already he thinking poorly
But still he's the (maaaaan)
His mom trust him now to lock the place down
Feed his younger brother and sister, make sure they both lay down
'fore she home, can't be on the phone, gotta wake up early next morn'
He don't have a lot of fun having to be so grown
At night he pray the world just throw him a bone
Tired and stressed
His grades suffer now and they don't know about home
So his teachers on his back again and don't own Foams
Kids pick at him, now he feel he need those to belong
Daydreaming 'bout a life living just like Puff Combs
On his walk to the crib he always hear several blown
Tryna think positive, but everything's wrong
Why his daddy can't be at home and be the mutherfucking (maaaaan)?
Now he gotta a little plan
He can sell a few rocks, maybe make a few grands
Take his family and move 'em and expand 'em to better lands
And be the motherfuckin, and be the motherfuckin (maaaaan)

So he got money and stayed, but ain't get out
Got a new whip now he pushing worth 50 thous'