Issue No 140 Man Of The Year Lyrics

I'm chasing all money like away fuck, nigga
You can wait there, you was for the viewers and a record on its way
Not a rapper, I'm a reaper, check the numbers like a beeper
Couple racks for a feature, I'm a killer on display
Every day that come I'm finna drop bombs
I'm gone, mind blown, young don
'Cause we riding in the foreign, kinda fit for him
Bitches from Milan, three brunettes and a blonde
Tell me, listen Era, I'm upstairs with your songs
Make me good, make me smoke good in a thong
And I'm all for 'cause she all for it
Fall for, drop below until she on all fours
Good lord, dry, clean flow, that's a throwback
Get your perfect nigga picture cane, that's a Kodak
Dropped on sight till a bitch nigga hold up
Made money, still ain't paying back '07
Ball, I'm a student of the game
You wishing the brain for this money, I ain't playing
Started hand to hand now we're switching lane to lane
Lane change, game change, name change, maintain the same thing
Always knew it was a sign, like a white, like a web, let's grind
I make a call and it's free throw time 'cause my blood lined check at the free throw line

That's bricks, bricks
My nigga, that's bricks