Man Round Here

[Intro] Yeah Ah Yeah Uh Whoa Yeah Yeah I like that shit Uh uh uh [Verse 1: Monty C. Benjamin] Oh my god Young nigga just kill shit I ain't talm bout oddjobbs Flow so sharp Think twice For a nigga this nice This someone you can't out smart Tell all y'all Better calibrate y'all watch It's my time bitch Stop all that talk When i'm rhyming I got remarkable timing I'm in this ho Cincinnati my home Made the sound So it's known Can't compete at this rate I could kill em with a mixtape Cause the nigga lyrics in shape Uh Good lord This boy Be spitting Feeling like Everything That the game Been missing Dipset fans Like no he didn't Pause that game Abort yo mission Ow Remote controlling these niggas I'm gripping the grain But not holdin on my liquor It's like i got a black hole in my liver Errything cool till a nigga can't get up Uh Glide on this beat like rollie Why y'all just sitting there tickin' Listen Tick tick tick This shit sick-ening Make my hits Grand slam 9th inning Whoa Man how you deal with the dope How about upping the dose Too much Relapse from hearing a quote Who the Fuck made all these eddie kane juniors Whoo You hoes should know me better More misses than kobe record Man Me and winning just go together Hold on let's make this clear Im the man round here [Hook] I'm the man round here Aye I'm the man round here Tell em I'm the man round here I'm the man round here Yeah I'm the man round here Tell em I'm the man round here I'm the man round here Number one with that style Number one with that flow Act like you know Better act like you know Now now now now Now let's go [Verse 2: Oski Isaiah] Talk the shit we is Loud blunts Nigga that's the way we roll Boy that's how i live Tell em i'm bout my shit Tell em i'm bout my bread Thoughts of my dick To yo bitch That's in and out her head Nigga let's get these checks I'm with it Putting on for the address If you're far from home You'll be finessed But You have no right to be shamed That shit happens to the best Hold on bruh Not to me Not to oski Not the homies Won't cop louboutin And take eurosteps May get foreign pussy And finger roll it Uh I bet you ain't know it But I'll admit i done seen moments Outer bodies of me flowin' Where it all just seems bogus Like How we come out of nowhere How we get that wholesome bitch To go there Taking their tops But i refuse to share Let em talk crazy I refuse to care Yeah I'm so sick of playing nice to y'all That's why i get in the booth And take knife to y'all Slicing y'all If time is money We can't spend another night With y'all Stay when they wondering When will these niggas lights come on Then realize i been keeping them on life support Sheesh Yeah Play it cool or i'll yank that plug And rest assure when i make a move It's to pay the bruh's Duh The L.M.E team is the meanest And if you talking bout Oski Say Isiah let them know You mean this Shit Let em know all about that Let em know that My niggas my niggas That's before during or without rap My eye on the dollar I must be the man Hold my niggas down I must be the man Say all the real niggas Fuck with me fam I'm sorry pussy boy You stuck with the man [Verse 3: 222] All ya know Is I got dough And I hate hoes Find sugar momma's Paper stacking like marijuana It's growing on her Its growing on her They all sexy like young Madonna Ones a doctor Ones a lawyer Ones a judge and I said your honor You lock me up I'm not Cumming on ya Cumming in ya Call me ninja But she let me go And I just bent her Over over in Pensacola She brought the coca Like it was cola Then I rolled up A spliff and told her You give me money I'll throw it on ya Tax dollars Hard at twerk And I been the man, since birth No Benjamin Button I never been fronting The Man of the year That's the end of discussion Bussing and bussin with no repercussion And finding the rhythm like I'm the percussion I been getting money that's easy bake oven And cooking the heat up, you get it? you dumbin The lyrics are coming full circle like funyun And I been the man around here to these youngins