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Shout my XanMan
Squad of one
One and done
Whole team of broads and my broad in one
Settin' sun, aye I found my beach
Sayin' f*ck y'all cause I found my niche
"Yo that's cold" well find your fleece
Y'all ain't sleep man y'all deceased
Still no smoke like the car is leased
Bar
Reached
Preach
Feelin' like Ye'
Popping a bar
That ain't part of my day
Feelin' like Jay at the start of my day
Now I got bars get the f*ck out my way way way
Y'all pushin' shake
Used to serve shakes every day, Chick-fil-a
Used to make bank relative to the weight
Most of my peers make they break the whole day
Sloth
Mind is clear so is the check
Tell young Shep that his prose is next
Smell that breath and you know it's grotesque like uh uh uh
I am not next (I am)
I flex the best when I wait at my desk (true)
I flex when I'm gettin my rest
So ima sit out and then get on the next
Osis
I'm rollin up into this spot
You know I control her like a controller
I tell her to drop it like a bad habit
I tell her pick it up like she can have it
I hold LT then I reverse and I back out
True Religion on me like it's my frat house
Ricky on my back no boys in the hood
Buddha man on me, I'm bouta do wonders
Oh shit Osis just said I'm up next
That's the same thing that God said
He said, "Time is money," well I can tell
Cause you spend your time, layin' in bed
They pay no attention
They broke ain't gotta cast
So just a crutch, they lean on me
Checkered belt you know its Louis V
I don't mix candy when I pour a Kobe
Got a full house they did the deal for me
No jokers around me, but I ride the Harley
Sick of the fakes is what I told the doctor
And I got stripes like I work at Foot Locker
Ima gorilla
So I rock an ape
And I am drippin' like I was bathing
And these niggas swavey, so they ain't nothin'
See I drip the sauce like alfredo chicken
I hopped out the range playin' Big Amount
She gon' pop the xanny if I tell her do it
But not cause I tell her, she wanna do it
She got a sweet heart
I dont sugar coat it
I do not let of the eggo
Buscemi lock like Kurt angle
Purple cream soda Faygo
Lean like the Tower of Pisa
Feds comin' I'm John Cena
Gucci on me, yeah I'm feelin' Gucci
And no they never really knew me
I grew up off 29th and Dudley
And now I'm catching flights cross the country
I was 16 I had 60 with me
The storys unfinished in case there's a case pending
6 crashed the Beamer
And then bought a Porsche and did the same thing
And he's still runnin' up a check
Like what you expect
Cause that's my dogg
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Shout my XanMan
Squad of one
One and done
Whole team of broads and my broad in one
Settin' sun, aye I found my beach
Sayin' f*ck y'all cause I found my niche
"Yo that's cold" well find your fleece
Y'all ain't sleep man y'all deceased
Still no smoke like the car is leased
Bar
Reached
Preach
Feelin' like Ye'
Popping a bar
That ain't part of my day
Feelin' like Jay at the start of my day
Now I got bars get the f*ck out my way way way
Y'all pushin' shake
Used to serve shakes every day, Chick-fil-a
Used to make bank relative to the weight
Most of my peers make they break the whole day
Sloth
Mind is clear so is the check
Tell young Shep that his prose is next
Smell that breath and you know it's grotesque like uh uh uh
I am not next (I am)
I flex the best when I wait at my desk (true)
I flex when I'm gettin my rest
So ima sit out and then get on the next
Osis
I'm rollin up into this spot
You know I control her like a controller
I tell her to drop it like a bad habit
I tell her pick it up like she can have it
I hold LT then I reverse and I back out
True Religion on me like it's my frat house
Ricky on my back no boys in the hood
Buddha man on me, I'm bouta do wonders
Oh shit Osis just said I'm up next
That's the same thing that God said
He said, "Time is money," well I can tell
Cause you spend your time, layin' in bed
They pay no attention
They broke ain't gotta cast
So just a crutch, they lean on me
Checkered belt you know its Louis V
I don't mix candy when I pour a Kobe
Got a full house they did the deal for me
No jokers around me, but I ride the Harley
Sick of the fakes is what I told the doctor
And I got stripes like I work at Foot Locker
Ima gorilla
So I rock an ape
And I am drippin' like I was bathing
And these niggas swavey, so they ain't nothin'
See I drip the sauce like alfredo chicken
I hopped out the range playin' Big Amount
She gon' pop the xanny if I tell her do it
But not cause I tell her, she wanna do it
She got a sweet heart
I dont sugar coat it
I do not let of the eggo
Buscemi lock like Kurt angle
Purple cream soda Faygo
Lean like the Tower of Pisa
Feds comin' I'm John Cena
Gucci on me, yeah I'm feelin' Gucci
And no they never really knew me
I grew up off 29th and Dudley
And now I'm catching flights cross the country
I was 16 I had 60 with me
The storys unfinished in case there's a case pending
6 crashed the Beamer
And then bought a Porsche and did the same thing
And he's still runnin' up a check
Like what you expect
Cause that's my dogg
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Writer: Ben Foree, Marshall Shepard
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