Man Down (feat. Busta Rhymes & Jahsee)

Uh, since niggas is on quarantine

A nigga rapping in some, like, house shoes

I-I don't, I don't even know if we supposed

To be able to do this with our feet out

I, okay, go, anyone, okay, I'ma go anyway, yeah

Saddle up, pour libation in my cup

In the spirit of the living legends Daz and Kurupt

Fuck a bitch, get a bag and your life and run it up

Post-Corona, I'm gon' be a rap promoter

So I can book them desperate niggas, disrespect them niggas

Have some empty-ass venues and check them niggas

I been asked to stop drinking but I'm no quitter

I'm who's coming to dinner, a professional winner

Slightly retarded, emotionally I'm battered and bitter

Hoarding gasoline and groceries that'll last 'til the winter

More importantly I am biased, making horrible decisions

From where I'm living to who I'm giving some money and women

Women be claiming I want 'em but I ain't looking for pussy

Unless it does something special, making a noise like a Wookie

Whoop me a nigga for looky-looing, the fuck is you doing?

I'm going crazy in quarantine, I don't even feel human, fuck (Yeah)

Seh me shot e seek out pussy dem (Pussy dem)

And me fire reach out to nuff a dem

Badman, me roll like the shutter dem (Shutter dem)

And nuff coppa shower pon all a dem man down

Man down

Tell dem people that me killing spree, it nah done

So when me pop off and me rock off, dem can't run (Ayy, ayy)

We chop up any boy just for fun, say man down

What the fuck? I repeat, what the fuck?

Post-Corona, there's no more passing the blunt

We ain't dapping it up, just salute when you see me

People believing everything they seeing on the TV

I just bought six bottles of Henny from the Ralph's

To get drunk and sit home on my couch

Thousands and thousands on Postmates, I'm sick of working out

Take the canned cheese, spray it in my mouth, I'm depressed

(Um, what the fuck are you watching?)

All I think about is breasts

And how to get this hot dog water out my nuts onto your chest

Fans only Pornhub cash app relationships

You could literally point, drag, click, post and make a bitch

Yeah, I'm just a serial killer

But I ain't killing nobody, I'm staring up at the ceiling

After the quarantine, I'll be ready and willing

Until then, I'm just smoking and chilling

Seh me shot e seek out pussy dem (Pussy dem)

And me fire reach out to nuff a dem

Badman, me roll like the shutter dem (Shutter dem)

And nuff coppa shower pon all a dem man down

Man down

Tell dem people that me killing spree, it nah done

So when me pop off and me rock off, dem can't run (Ayy, ayy)

We chop up any boy just for fun, say man down

The don gorgon (Ooh)

Make way, bitch, I beg your pardon (Ah, ha)

You reassured by larger London (Ooh)

Whasta say a prayer, put your man down (Ha)

The culprits ran away, them long gone

Guitar string broke when I pluck your girl's thong

I keep the plan to stay working but something's gone wrong (Ooh)

You fucked my distribution up to Hong Kong

Bobby digi shot, bust my nigga, bang, bang

Success, it is a must we drop a bomb, bomb

Please just remain calm

You see them bad boy, them you should refrain from (Ooh)

Tattoo on my arm one of the main psalms (Ooh)

Challenged by the fact you got a gay moms (Ha)

Look, when it's war, we gotta raise arms (Ha)

And buy Xzibit's grenades, napalm (Yeah)

Seh me shot e seek out pussy dem (Pussy dem)

And me fire reach out to nuff a dem

Badman, me roll like the shutter dem (Shutter dem)

And nuff coppa shower pon all a dem man down

Man down

Tell dem people that me killing spree, it nah done

So when me pop off and me rock off, dem can't run (Ayy, ayy)

We chop up any boy just for fun, say man down