I'm The Man - Montana of 300

Ever since a youngin

I knew I’d be the man

Jumped off the porch I start hustlin

Made my way to them bands

Yeah I turned nothing to something

Cuz I stuck to the plan

I got my fam out that jam

Thats how I became the man

Im the man, Im the man, Im the man yes I am

Im the man, Im the man, I got bands in my pants

Im the man, Im the man, I got fans in the stands

Im the man, Im the man, Im the man

Yes I am

I was gang

Bangin like a judge

Bitch I was the plug

Movin drugs, holdin like a grudge

Thumbin like a smudge

Used to count, money on the couch

Fish scale like a trout

Hit the road, If we saw a drought

Odell with the route

Half a zip to a pound

Yes I was pushin them packs

Like chicken pox I got scratch

Used to get cheese out the trap

Now I get paid for these tracks

Put FGE on my back

My gucci bag filled with racks

Armed with that steel like im Jax

And If its jail that you talk

My 40 blow like a sax

Just blew a bag up in Saks

Yo main bitch want me thats facts

You know she will let me cut

Because im sharp as an axe

Might crack yo chick like she hatched

I hope she dont get attached

Im talkin way before the buzz honey

I was gettin drug money

Known for comin round here ballin

Breaded like a hush puppy

Had hoes sellin drugs for me

Some was holding doors for me

Diving in them hoes-WOO!

Sauce

Like im bugs bunny

Ever since a youngin

I knew I’d be the man

Jumped off the porch I start hustlin

Made my way to them bands

Yeah I turned nothing to something

Cuz I stuck to the plan

I got my fam out that jam

Thats how I became the man

Im the man, Im the man, Im the man yes I am

Im the man, Im the man, I got bands in my pants

Im the man, Im the man, I got fans in the stands

Im the man, Im the man, Im the man

Yes I am

Always move with a purpose

I hustled cuz I had to

Sellin dope like its hope

While I collect like the pastor

I was gettin to the dough no matter what

You’d think I pick locks

In the liquor store just bought some baggies in some zip locks

Trappin everyday til it got hot

And then we switched spots

Like nino got shit crackin

Had em actin like they chris rock

Coppin from this rapper

Not like 2Pac off of Gridlock’d

Fly nigga no hitchcock

Twenty on my wrist watch

Riding with that big Glock

Stunting while the kids watch

And they all ran up to me

When I pulled up like a pit stop

Rap god all my raps is clever

And I’m stacking cheddar

Told my squad, we should rap together

We can’t trap forever

Still on fire

Sharp as master shredder

Thats why cats got jealous

If you try

You’ll get whacked, get wet up

With this black beretta

Niggas died and no more moving packs

I thank god I’m through with that

Had clients running through the trap

But now all I do is rap

Ever since a youngin

I knew I’d be the man

Jumped off the porch I start hustlin

Made my way to them bands

Yeah I turned nothing to something

Cuz I stuck to the plan

I got my fam out that jam

Thats how I became the man

Im the man, Im the man, Im the man yes I am

Im the man, Im the man, I got bands in my pants

Im the man, Im the man, I got fans in the stands

Im the man, Im the man, Im the man

Yes I am