[Intro]
N***a had the nerve to fuckin' tell me n***as from the South can't spit
Bitch, I'll smack your dumb ass (Fayettenam, what up? Carolina, what up?)
We gon' call this joint right here "I'm The Man"
Stupid-ass motherfuckers (New York, what up? Queens)
I'ma quit talking all that shit and about show y'all
Shout out the whole 86 Ave, my n***a D. Scott
Y'all been known, I told y'all n***as I'm gettin' this bread and goin' home
I'ma show y'all stupid-ass motherfuckers (Coming soon, n***a, uh)
Rich Mitch, what up?
Dumb-ass n***as

[Verse 1]
The heir to the throne, South n***a bred to the bone
But haters say he fled from his home (Please)
Now picture that, I was eighteen with million-dollar dreams (Yeah)
Moved to Jamaica, Queens like Prince Akeem
But ain't lookin' for no queen (Nah), came to get my cream (Yup)
City on my back, I just lift my wings, I'm fly
You n***as on my dick, why lie?
Thought them n***as from the South couldn't spit, voilà
I'm here, humble out of respect, not fear
So please be clear, n***a, please beware
I'm a motherfuckin' monster, BS me?
Nah, my hand game like fuckin' PSP
Now pop the champagne, money is comin' soon
My dick do the damn thing, honey, it's cummin' soon
She jerkin', bend her over, now she hurtin'
Livin' reckless got me thinkin' of death, look how she flirtin'
Well, fuck that bitch, man, a n***a tryna breathe (Yeah)
Some of these n***as be tryna dick her down and leave
Rest in peace, y'all boys livin' too fast
Caught up in the cash and got shot up in a flash
'Ville n***as don't play
When it come to that money, think real n***as won't spray?
Midday when it's sunny, they kill n***as broad day
On some old new jack shit
This rap shit is like tag, n***a, you not it, so run
[Chorus]
I'm the man (Yeah, hey)
I'm the man (I'm the man, I told y'all n***as, dog)
Yeah, I'm the man (Simple as that)

[Verse 2]
Yeah (Uh)
They say I act like I'm the man 'cause motherfucker, I am
N***as study my style, I should be givin' exams
Damn, boy, I'm so flamboyant with the ensemble
Polo jacket, Polo tee, what a fine combo
And I'm the man, now understand a n***a bossin' (Yeah)
Schemin' on that drop-top CL, but it's costin' (Yeah)
Long-term plans for the fam, we'll be golfin'
Never catch a n***a double-crossin' unless I'm flossin' (Woo)
In the streets, n***as peaceful until you force 'em
To quarterback them bullet passes, you can Randy Moss 'em (Yeah)
Goddamn, you n***as got handled
N***as only publishin', my style got sampled
So I switched like a thick bitch with some heels on
Seen a n***a get popped, I feel for him (Yeah)
I know who did it, but you think I'm finna squeal on him? (Nah)
Shout out to R.J. Hill, I would kill for him
That's word, n***a, observe my genius
E&J sippin' got a n***a straight leanin'
My DNA drippin' while your girl stay drinkin' (Haha)
I told you I'm the man, what the fuck y'all n***as thinkin'? Yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah (I'm the man)
Shout out to Fat Gear down in ATL, my n***a, what's up?
I'm the man, n***a (I'm the man)
I'm the man, n***a (I'm the man)
Shout out to my n***a Rico out in Chicago, I see you
Yeah (Yo)

[Outro]
First and foremost, Fayettenam, what's good?
Carolina, what up?
Bull City, Raleigh, Charlotte, Winston-Salem, Greensboro, Wilmington, n***a
Everywhere, dog, you know?
I'm reppin' from long distance, man
I told y'all, boy, I'm 'bout to get this money and come home right quick
Y'all n***as still see me, though, you think I'm still there, y'all ain't even know I'm gone
I'm back so much, n***a
I hear y'all lil' n***as talking, n***a
Prince of the city, n***a, prince of the South, n***a, holla at me
You know? Heir to the throne, bitch