To Be The Man

[Intro]
"Tommy Hill rockin' ice niggas"
"Tommy Hill ice-rockin’ niggas— for"
"Tommy Hill ice-rockin' niggas— for"
"Tommy Hill ice-rockin' niggas— for"
"Tommy Hill ice-rockin’ niggas— for"
Been around the world and then back
Diamonds

[Verse 1]
Ayy-yo, custom made, my name hall of fame worthy
Hang my jersey in the sky like James Worthy (Aha)
Black tie affair
Yo, I'm only here to pat down the new guys
Ask God for a sign, then a armored car flew by
True lies, woo-ha, the new Uncle Luke, my crew too large
My boo lyin' new by the poolside
Jimmy Choo slice, Johnny Woo copped a new ride
Hang glide, type of fly shit the money can't buy
Flamе la, Mary J. Blige, your money like watching paint dry
Swing slingbladеs, Devil May Cry
Blow cans like Blankman and J-5, clocking figures
For all my Tommy Hill-ice rocking niggas
Gold slug prodigal son, my run been phenomenal
Leglocks, I dare niggas touch your hair follicle
I'm damn near methodical
The villain always doin' what I gotta do to win
Tailor made, you should follow suit connected
Roll with made men, who you be with
That Michael Jackson bullshit was trash, nigga, beat it
A 100k in cash got my stash undefeated
You broke in real life but that can be our little secret

[Chorus]
I'm here for the big gold, blood, sweat and tears
I've never met a motherfucker I fear
Don’t get too close, I might swing my chair
The best in the biz, nobody bleeds like Flair
Never scared, wear my Cartier frames everywhere
Sicko, flip you like Georges St. Pierre
Vanity fair, everybody wanna be the man, I’m well aware
(All these cinematic tales that I share)

[Verse 2]
Can't help but stare when the light hit the gold and it glare
But don’t you dare, this pole'll put your soul in the air
I declare war, figure-four, now you in the crosshairs
Lately I been writing like I'm Voltaire
Never compare me, Nature Boy, to a Hollywood square
I turn the time of your life into a flame ride from hell
Take a Southern belle straight to the heartbreak hotel
The rest had to stop it, she was saved by the bell
Heavy chain, lauded grill, trunk full of dollar bills
No Bernie Mac, I leave your back strapped to the gurne, walk scot-free
Now I got stacks for attorneys and lawyer fees
And he gonn' represent me to the fullest for 40 Gs
Touring overseas, baby, please let me down easy
Harder than you think, I make this look good and sound easy
That make up powder shit is wild cheesy
Pick up the pace, you niggas sound sleepy (Snooze)
What the fuck

[Chorus]
I’m here for the big gold, blood, sweat and tears
I've never met a motherfucker I fear
Don't get too close, I might swing my chair
The best in the biz, nobody bleeds like Flair
Never scared, wear my Cartier frames everywhere
Sicko, flip you like Georges St. Pierre
Vanity fair, everybody wanna be the man, I'm well aware
(All these cinematic tales that I share)