| Woah, huh?
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| Woah, huh?
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| Switching lanes on the highway
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| Nearly hit a BM, I see him in my blind space
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| Tried to apologize, then I saw the guy
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| Race up on the side and throw his middle finger up in my face (You see this
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| clown?)
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| I figured that was it, but then he goes around (Oh…)
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| Pulling up in front of me and slowing down
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| Homie, what the issue? |
| He don’t know I with the
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| And my wife and kids with me in this whip, too, it’s going down (Going down!)
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| My wife is saying «Chill,» but, the man in me
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| Is saying: «How you let him play you in front of your family?» |
| (What?
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| You scared?)
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| I threw my hands up, my wife put 'em down (Oh…)
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| She said: «The kids scared, baby, look around!» |
| (Uh)
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| That’s when she put her hand on my chest, and said:
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| «You know they gon' remember how you handled this test» (Humph!)
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| And if I fail it, ain’t no telling what it’s gon' cause (Real talk)
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| So, I just took that L, and then, I drove off
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| Mmm, some wins look just like losses
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| Look like losses
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| Or you can take an L and feel you’ve won
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| But it just might cost ya' (But it just might cost ya')
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| Who the man? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah (Look)
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| Yeah, son, what really makes you the man?
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| Oh-hoo-hoo!
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| Who the man?
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| Now, I’m at the crib trying to pray about it (Trying to pray)
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| 'Cause I been feeling like a sucker all day about it
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| It’s bittersweet: the more I sit and think, the more it gets to me (Hmm)
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| Then, I trip to sleep, and it plays back differently (Oh…)
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| He flips me off and starts speeding up
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| Jumped in front of us and still got his middle finger up (Alright, I got you)
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| Now, I’m mad, so, I swing the whip back around
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| On the side and throw my hands up, like: «What's cracking now?» |
| (What's up,
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| homie?)
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| He crack a smile and I don’t trust it, 'cause his hands are down
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| I go to grab the ratchet, but this cat already has it out
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| My wife screams, by the time I looked up, he’s clapping out
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| I dropped the gun, and started gunning on the gas, mashing out (Skrrt!)
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| I think I’m hit, got blood all on my chest
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| Lift my shirt up, but, I can’t find a hole in my flesh
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| «Babe, I think I’m hit, just help me check!
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| Babe?» |
| («Babe, get up…») «Babe, get up! |
| Babe! |
| No!!!»
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| Mmm, some wins look just like losses
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| Look like losses
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| Or you can take an L and feel you’ve won
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| But it just might cost ya' (But it just might cost ya')
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| Who the man? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah (Look)
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| Yeah, son, what really makes you the man?
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| Oh-hoo-hoo!
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| Who the man?
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| It’s funny, feeling like a sucker don’t seem as bad
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| Compared to losin' wifey and being a single dad (Real talk)
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| He could have missed her and hit the kids
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| Then, how could I live knowing they died so I could be the man?
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| Man, it’s kinda scary, though (Scary, though)
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| As I sit and run through these different scenarios
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| Honestly, I thought I’d feel better with him hitting me
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| Until I’ve seen the misery they left with missing me (Wow…)
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| But, what if I move quicker and I get the squeeze?
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| Then, I live to see 'em from my cell when they visit me (That ain’t cool…)
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| And that one ain’t a win, but them other two
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| Got the first L starting to look like a W (Think about it…)
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| I’m guessin' it’s the answer to my prayers
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| But peep, though, in which version was I the hero? |
| (Huh?)
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| I guess the real question you should ask me, though (Uh)
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| Is: was I trying to protect my fam or my ego?
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| Bizzle
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| Mmm, some wins look just like losses
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| Look like losses
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| Or you can take an L and feel you’ve won
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| But it just might cost ya' (But it just might cost ya')
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| Who the man? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah (Look)
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| Yeah, son, what really makes you the man?
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| Oh-hoo-hoo!
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| Who the man? |