I Am The Man

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TESTO - B.o.B - I Am The Man


TESTO - B.o.B - I Am The Man

I am the man, I am the man

Geah; up in this booth, so let me introduce

Myself to all the haters that debate on what I do

Yeah, they in my face but I fade away and shoot

I - beat up the basket that's the way I do

Yuh! Just like a bottle of vodka, I'm Absolut

The proof is in the product, I'm hotter, and that's the truth

I squish the competition with the bottom of my shoe

But competition is none, so what am I to do?

And I was worth it, yeah - since they birthed me

But now I've murdered these verses put 'em in hearses

I, ate all the food on my plate but I am thirsty

From open mics, the flashing lights, I learned it

And what I learned is the game ain't for certain

So I live my life, I ain't worried

While I fly my high behind curtains

Down South hustlin, came up from nothin

Trap in the apartment, with a controlled substance

Livin with my momma, 'til I got busted

Down on my dick, maybe start back hustlin

Moto' crack workin, so I'm bailin money

Sick cell phone, distributin to the junkies

Donald trap got me gettin to the money

Turn the warm water then I count up the hundreds

Murder by trap, hand it down for the zombie

One trap car and it was mainly for the junkie

Been a damn man ever since I was a young'n

Blue color chain like it came from Yonkers

Candy colored jewelry like my name was Willy Wonka

Came to the club, truck tall like a Tonka

I, am the man, makin jumbo

Keep the game hot like a big pot of gumbo

Do dumb shit, but don't be thinkin that I'm dum, bro

Watch what you say, I hear it all like I'm Dumbo

You say you wanna rumble? Is your dumb ho?

Toe to toe you're bound to stutter or stumble

Take your tough talk down to a mumble

It ain't goin down in my house, like Mutumbo

But it's definitely an honor

To light your scaff' up for the money like I'm a brawner

Brother, brother I consider it a pleasure

To break you down to minimum measure, just for the leasure

(The leasure?) Oh shit, my bad, I mean the leisure

Forgot who I was talkin to like I got amnesia

Damn, back on the track again, the mack is back again

Get the word out to them boys and tell 'em pack it in


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