Year of the Mean - (Man of the Year Freestyle)

Titties ass hands in the air
Ah man - R Dash up in here
See some bad ones in here
Look at all that damn ass on her rear
Lookin like a Kardashian affair
Was the man of the year
In my city - be the man everywhere
This year
Young cats tryna rap in my ear
Wack I’m aware
Practice, prepare
Dap ‘em I care
Cuz they come from lack & despair
Like the man in the mirror

No one ever gave me a thing
Till I saw it’s something special to the table I bring
Had to hustle on my own, create a lane
Never changed when it dimmed
Thru the rain , make a wave, never sink
Now I know you feel my pain when it sting
-Pops linked up with my mom, made them a king
Your bitch rolled me J, then she went and made me a drink
Look the challenge in the eye, and gave it a wink

Ah yeah
Homie , that’s my mood all year
-On point like a voo doo doll dear
Execute the plans to reach every single goal
Wanna realize your dreams, gotta lose all fear
Realize that You god, like the Wu - ah yeah
Who’s gon’ hear - truth
Hope that you all ears
True ones dare - to follow the most high
I ain't talkin Snoop Dogg here

-yeah - but it’s West West , ya I’m reppin it
-I send yo ass to heaven, for the hell of it
-Even in your hometown you irrelevant
-So you ain’t fuckin’ with Mean, you a celebate
Delicate - Classy and elegant
But still stomp on your face like a elephant uh!
Like you was our racist ass president
“UH!”
I can tell that u the old, I’m the new testament
So open your Bibles and pray for me

Till no one’s my rival, my foes see their idol and GOAT is my title - I faithfully
Keep growin’ like the Eifel
It’s mo’ than survival , your soul needs revival - I slay emcees
None of these rappers really want it dude
When I’m comin thru
They just full of feces
They ain’t with the shits, homie that’s the stomach flu

I got pepto bismol and prilosec
U try to hide respect - you getting decked in the tummy too
Tryna front right in front of you
So every day u won't struggle no more like Joe budden do
Tell me God, Who the Sun of Zu

-art of war
Nobody raw as R
Im talkin bar for bar
I’m talkin all of ya’ll
Against the odds I soar
U quick to call the law
Ain't got no heart at all

I’m takin off her bra
I fuck her wall to wall
Then tell her walk it off

Man I be ballin hard
Like I did Harvard law
I got the ‘rari parked
Next to the double R - 4 car garage
A large entourage

We takin’ all ya broads
Rollies & Audemars
That’s leavin’ jaws in awe
Swimmin with sharks in blood
I did 52 songs in 52 weeks, I’m just gettin started off

Who got Sharpest sword
Who got the heart for war
Muthafuckaz will do anything for money like a dog to a bone
-But i know how the universe is workin Im just sittin’ back and watchin karma unfold
-I just be envisionin’
U’d think the game ligament
How we gon’ tear up the scene
And don’t you dare intervene
Cuz this the muthafuckin year of the Mean...

Don’t you dare intervene
Cuz this the muthafuckin year of the Mean...