Great Man

[Intro] Ayy Dealin' with heartbreak, heartbreak I’ve been dealin' with heartbreak Nigga, my heartache (Know I'm sayin’?) Swear to God (You know) [Verse 1] Look in the mirror, what do you see? I see someone dealin' with heartbreak When I love a nigga, my heartache I know how a Cuban cigar taste But that do not help with the heart pain My lil' brother died in a car chase And spent on my older brother from beside the whip He got the car sprayed Guess he got through on the crossway Thankful that we ever crossed ways (Allahu Akbar) Wonder do heaven got hallways? (Allahu Akbar) Prayin' how much I say always Salute OG Boobie, that's all day Bringin' it back from the causeway Ain't fuckin' with niggas, they all fake Was up on my end and they all hate You can’t get mad at a nigga who’s gettin' it If he not carryin’ y'all weight I had to make a decision Bread Winner mission to get it while y'all wait I get that coffee delivered Metric ton off the boat in a tall crate Maybe I'm havin’ an off day Maybe I had a heart and my heart changed [Chorus] Look in the mirror, I see a great man Look in the mirror, I see a great man Just look in the mirror, I see a great man I see a great man, I see a great man [Verse 2] I used to look like a caveman, stressin' 'til I done got grey hairs Me and Odell Beckham havin' conversations Relatin' to life well I told him I used to have nightmares Of somebody killin' me, tryna get rid of me Bitch, I'm really retarded You gotta finish me right there Mazi was smiling when somebody shot him, diamonds on heaven in the night air Lemme me breathe for a minute I mean, did a nigga not think this day would come? I mean from Allah we come To Allah we must return I pour a four in a two liter And remember some joy and we all well I put a ho in a two-seater I press on the floor and the car bail Runnin' the raw like a Barksdale Dump through the miles with the cartel Sell you a dog with a small tail Low to the ground wit' a large head The ho that you lovin', she garbage I'ma go vroom in a Corvette Take your shoes off in the apartment We could go sit on the carpet Look, I made you some tea, she got all wet But I am not fallin' for all that I hit from the back and she "Aw yea!" Now you gotta leave and don't call back I hit from the back and "Aw Yeaa!" Now you gotta leave and don't call back Only the player shit I entertain I done matured, I was bein' lame I had some cuts turned into stains You know I'm still prayin' for Lil' Flame I'm still affiliated with the game Bread Winner Gang (Bread Winner Gang) Cop lights, no lookin' around at the stop light These niggas be actin' they not right and only security top flight It might went over your head a lil' bit but it come off of Friday with Mike Epps Smokin' a clip with a nice hep We tryna celebrate another season I'm tryna levitate it out of reachin' I'm tryna meditate you with my breathin' I'm tryna better ways from livin' decent I'm on some medication, got me thinkin' I roll a cigarillo with Sativa [Outro] I'm on a different level on the Keisha (Yeah) I'm on a different level on the Keisha (Ayy) I'm on a different level on the Keisha I'm on a different level on the Keisha (Ayy) I'm on a different level on the Keisha