Wake up in the morning, I gotta get my bag up
n#gg#s, they be hatin, you know they can’t stand us
When I walk up in the room, everybody stand up
They actin like they don’t f#ck with us but they really fans of us
I’m posing for all the cameras
All of these b#tches, they dancing
She wanna be romantic but I am too damaged
n#gg# tried to run up, you know I started blammin
n#gg#s won’t do that again
They can be some dead men
Uh uh uh uh uh, counting dead presidents
Uh uh uh uh uh, b#tch I’m a gentleman
Uh uh uh uh uh, b#tch I’m a Vlone thug
Uh uh uh uh uh, come catch these slugs
I ride around with the gang
I ride around on my ‘lone
I get the money like this
I did this sh#t on my own
f#ckin ya muhf#ckin hoe
I kick that b#tch out the door
You already know what’s up
You already know
Yea yea yea, Johnny a bull
Yea yea yea, Johnny the bull
Uh uh uh uh uh, b#tch I’m the man
Uh uh yea yea yea, b#tch I’m the man
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