What They All Say

{Hook}
I'll be the man, I'll be the man, That's what they all say I'll be the man, I'll be the man, That's what they all say I'll be the man, I'll be the man, That's what they all say I'll be the man, I'll be the man, That's what they all... Wait

{Verse 1}

Take this, youʼre telling me youʼre lit make a wish and Iʼm blowing it out, Shush
Fake tits on top of your main bitch, wait list, and Iʼm throwing you out I might bounce
Flip a W around and make Mʼs till itʼs trickling down
Do fake friends know that crickets are loud?
Do they sense how to kick when youʼre down?
Iʼm Blake Griff and Iʼm dribbling down your times up
Mouth shut like an Uber pool
The plot twist like a Rubix cube
The darkness screaming you should lose
The shades off of my future too
Now let me show you how to brood the mood
So lose the tudeʼ you bitches ainʼt as cool as you think
We donʼt even need to use a mood ring
All I really need to do is 2 things
Fuck you and then fuck what you think
Why you putting every dime on a pedestal?
Why you acting like you hype as the thetical?
Why you looking for a sign, youʼre unethical?
Why you thinking that youʼre fire, youʼre the festival?
Why you acting like you high, get a Benadryl?
Why you thinking that your life is expendable?
I donʼt want to live and die like the rest of you
You were saying it was coke, it was fentanyl

{HOOK}

[J SOS]
I’ll be the man?
Oh you sleep on me pop another Xan, I’ll run down on your Queen like I’m the son of Sam, and put hands on your son like I’m in Wonderland
People like you can sniff a hundred grams, people like me can flip a hundred grand
Snitches like you just pointing from the stands
Bitch, hold up!
I heard you be dying for clout, them feelings you dying about
You scheming on rushing the building, we scheming on buying a house
You’re pointing your gun at civilians, we aim at who fire them out
Your odds are just one in a million, but you ain’t divide that shit out
Y’all really scared to be regular
That’s why I pray for the predators
Nigga your speech is repetitive
You really must wanna be president
Please don’t make me run down on your residence
Cuz I promise I won’t be a gentleman
And I swear this is not about melanin
I’ll make sure you go missing like evidence

HOOK

[Buddy Lofton]
Hear them talking but they really would never
Playing with it told them get on my level
2-stepping come and dance with the devil
My demographic got me speaking to ghettos
Hit the road, no I never could settle
I’m getting stoned while I spar with the rebels
Said she love me better do it forever cuz I been working bitch it feel like forever
Nigga che pasa?
What have you been through? I don’t know, nada
Where your credentials? I need the answers
Every bar code, that’s a price check
Yeah I hit it three times, that’s a mic check
On a roll I didn’t even throw the dice yet
Do you really wanna — aight then
I’m concerned I got a third eye
I done seen things from a bird’s eye
Off the curbside, I been fooled twice I don’t learn, right?
Till the curtain call, disc herniated back hurting niggas got to murder all
Got o search for people, what’s the verdict dog
All these niggas talking I don’t heard it all

HOOK