BuLife - Muthaf**in Man lyrics

[Silas] Flip the bird to the opposition Slick talk make you catch fall Catch wreck, wrecking ball, to this kind creed Lion bleed I'mma be who I be till I'm six feet and I'm six three On the races to rap racists in a cocoon Weave loom, as I ease through Tapestry thoughts, ya my sh** wove deep Comma, I'm off ya, I lost ya, with intellect Since 14 I been a threat Generation degenerate, cause we thinking different We positioned and we separated Its rebel or expel is our only decision It's divide or expand our vision, and I'm in it for the ladder We gon keep climbing, keep lions off our back For salad n***as toss dressing Dressing up as something different gon leave your muffin missing Nothing missing just a couple screws We supper glued that, so now I'm stuck Pa** another dutch, I'm bout to roll up Jay was right, life nothing but a beach chair See clear when you looking thorough these eyes I'm looking for a surprise trying get my footing right You wouldn't bite if I baited right? Let's debate it right? f** all that sh**, I'd rather not participate I'm indifferent to bullsh** Care less what yall n***as is doing [Hook] That's because he the muthaf**in man He's the muthaf**in man, muthaf**in man [Tae] Uh, the wind to my back, perfect condition Vision clear, so you know I'm gonna get it In due time you gon see what at the end of the ine Flashy with that shine, enhanced with that feeling No engine its the vibration from the Rapala I'm bout to cast Learn the technique how to make that b**h dance I was lake fishing, now I'm on this ocean Catching bangers, smoking potent We had the stripped ba** fillet Lemon garlic bu*ter, smothered wit that essence Epic fresh sh**, the finest sticky green Blue dreaming, f** the lean, straight cheefing Building up a resume, if you could say They got it for the price I've paid Living ain't cheap, nowadays So I keep my rhymes tight In the night I see the visions in my reach Turn off the light I wrote rest in peace, to the beat Building up a fleet, driving down Commercial Street Catch us on a Sunday, Race Point Beach Laughing, white women, to exquisite Alanis Morissette feeeling Life from the Nos, this life so cold so I strive in the winter Hear the words of a winner, stories told Eighty Four - I was born, the good lord made it so Such a blessing [Outro] Your methods, your, your, how, how, how articulately barbed you can be - ends up simply being ineffective when you have much more power of influence than what is currently reflected in your output