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Ghetto, uh, uh Ghetto (ghetto) Ghetto (ghetto, yeah) Ghetto, yeah (ghetto) Uh Ghetto mythologies colonize my mind constantly I shine sonically in the [?], divine comedy I vibe consciously to override suicide Inside, honestly 'cause they don't wanna honor me and honesty Black king poetic with Nat King's aesthetic Half dream, half machine with a black queen's get naked for a dollar from a scholar like me Not at all bothered by what [?] might see Flippin, a thousand grams get dissolved in the kitchen [?] took away from my ascension Crooked ways brought from car lookaways from tookin' J's But it's too late for your prevention 'cause I'm playin' my position I'm the man now (man now, man now, man now) I'm the man... now I'm the man... now If you the man, let me see your fuckin' hands now Not the man that keep your mother fuckin' hands down (man now) I'm the man... now Uh SongtexteKiller friends, dope dealers concealing sins Sin and swim in my trunk like jumps deeper ends We the gems, your daughter, we'll teach her hymns from the annals of crime channels that dismantle her wants [?] so we can mend, send 'em back A livin', I'm feelin' trapped We know religion but [?] will bring in fact So we map, cast distorted role of a lady With no control, let it go, hold onto baby I wanna see it all Never half asleep so niggas can't see the walls 'cause of the masterpiece my data breach like hacker leaks Delete the McAfees and slam the backdoors in back of me Social engineer appears [?] to give her chat to me, happily Actually activated off accolades of my apogee and act yakkity Then deeply speak it back to me, then move it further We can have a [?] or a [?] I smurf it and spoof the server, reboot and produce a cursor I'm a man now (man now, man now, man now) I'm the man... now I'm the man... now If you the man, let me see your fuckin' hands now Not the man that keep your mother fuckin' hands down (man now) Ghetto, ghetto I'm the man... now Deny the service and a little blue from the boycott Advertise rum, space available on my toy box But no sleepin' on me, dig deeper than reachin' shorties scheme for giant green, getting CREAM sweeter than bein' corny Know the difference between bein' in love and bein' horny Bein' hated, bein' human, bein' a team but bein' forty They like to get 'em Young like I'm Brigham's son Be more man that my attitudes, no ladder rather have a youth Like the OGs pullin' Benzos out, they make 'em put they pussies out like Fred Flintstone's house Heart blacker than the back of Fred Flintstone mouth I may be more like Barbara Casey, take the Timbo route to be a man now I'm the man... now I'm the man... now If you the man, let me see your fuckin' hands now Not the man that keep your mother fuckin' hands down (man now) Ghetto, ghetto I'm the man... now From the ghetto, oooh [?] Aus Songtexte Mania