Roc Marciano - The Man lyrics

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano] I turn my pain into power Back in the days put the flame to the powder My lady waited on the counter with a towel While I sang a Rick James banger in the shower My folks is dependent on me I wish you could see my vision through them tinted Cartiers Women and liquor for the army As for the car, b**h, this is a Ferrari The best persevere I start my verse when the check clear I spark purp, silk shirt Half open with the chest hair Mind blowin' s** with the cognac breath Five star spread from the chef Never been a hater, I don't give a f** enough Besides that, here sh**s on the up and up I got wind of betrayal I grab a big piece of shrimp by the tail Switch the cell, b**hes on a n***a trail I won't nail nothing less than a bombshell Respect is the corner stone, bum n***as can't afford those clothes The four-four is chrome with the long nose Call it Ginobili, your real n***a show me I'm from a better cut of cashmere A plethra, the vest shed cat hair Jaguar jacket, scratch the catnip Black pimp, you bypa** fat lip Deep rooted, the piece shooted The fact that I'm G can't be disputed Speak foolish, you can leak fluid Bust his chest wide open, you can see through it [Hook] Always a had a pack for a way to get a stack Hustlin' this young n***as livin' in the shack Runnin' with the pack pull level off your back Crisp new era with the timbs all black Hangin' in the lobby with the clique with some knuckleheads Puffin' L's big gun by the underwear Just in case you was unaware I'm still a motherf**ing man [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] A new chapter A new Aston, the ghost, call it Casper The chain is Alaska The fact that my kicks is suede became a factor I'm rollin' hash with my current hoes Sniff the Chris Mullin off the envelope Smooth game, shaved bu*ter soap 200k straight bu*ter loaf Three hoes tryna rape a n***a I'm fixated on a greater figure (money) I scooped the b**h with the greater figure (body) Cause I'm a grade A n***a Paint the picture with a steady hand Same way I hold the 40, blow 20 grand Half naked woman tastefully, a belly dance I bet that p**y taste like a cherry champ [Hook]