Man of the Land ft. BIg G Lyrics

I'm still sippin' still, spittin' still, grindin' still, gettin'

Still, hustlin' still, shiftin' still, listenin' still, piffin' and

Now that I can see it, it's a lot of things still

Some fake, some real, false seeds, no yeild

So I'm out here in the field, usin' skill for the kill

James Bond when its on flames on to your lawn

Double o from the door, train ta blow from the go

Cause oh, oh no, see you done fucked up and did it

So I'm UPS with it, with a pen or off a fit it

Build it up, rivet it, for rivet construct it

UnTil it's vivid, you'll be livid and excited

Happy you've been invited to visit or, step inside it

I guide you and be your pilot to the land, I'm the man like Moses

Watch out for the thorns cause it all ain't roses

I hope you get the picture, see the difference in the poses

Props to the above, oh so glad that he chose this man of the land

So I'm sorta like Moses, watch out for the thorns cause it all ain't roses

I hope you get the picture, see the difference in the poses

Follow to Savannah, I can show you where that flow is, boy

I've gone through life pretending

That time will change the ending

And by the road, we didn't take

The life we didn't make

And by the road, we didn't take

The life we didn't make

And by the road, we didn't take

The life we didn't make

And by the road, we didn't take

The life we didn't make

You're not really here

I don't wanna be either

I wanna be next to you

Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold

You're not really here

I don't wanna be either

I wanna be next to you

Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold

Oh, it's pretty, also shitty

My city, all type influescing

Hustlin', tusslin', strugglin

All nights we doin' in that 912

Slide on through, get a view of our habitat

They whinin' or they grindin' and shinin

And I ain't mad at that, it's a fact

Carl griffins pack, and it's full of blacks

And the whites

Who ain't got no rights

Caught up in the fight

Where the light

Cause its dark as night

And it's out of sight

Ain't no slack

Still we handle that

As we run it back

It's a must that I stay on point

So I'm sharpenin' all the skills

Even though the trials are disheartening

Departin' them from their soul and clothes

That's for all the foes, ask the woes

Need a way to go, here we go

To the land, I'm the man like Moses

Watch out for the thorns, cause it all aint roses

I hope you get the picture, see the difference

In the poses, props to the above

I'm so glad that he chose this man of the land

So I'm sorta like Moses

Watch out for the thorns, cause it all ain't roses

I hope you get the picture, see the difference

In the poses, follow to Savannah

I can show you where that flow is, boy