Great Man

Ayy
 Dealin' with heartbreak, heartbreak
 I've been dealin' with heartbreak
 Nigga, my heart ache
 (Know I'm sayin'?)
 Swear to God
 (You know)
 Look in the mirror, what do you see?
 I see someone dealin' with heartbreak
 When I love a nigga, my heart ache
 I know how a Cuban cigar taste
 But that do not help with the heart pain
 My lil' brother died in a car chase
 And spent on my older brother from inside the whip
 He got the car sprayed
 Guess he got through in the crossway
 Thankful that we ever crossed ways
 Wonder do heaven got hallways?
 Prayin' how much I say always
 Salute OG Boobie, that's all day
 Bringin' it back on the causeway
 Ain't fuckin' with niggas, they all fake
 'Cause I pour my Hen' and they all hate
 You can't get mad at a nigga who gettin' it
 If he not carryin' y'all weight
 I had to make a decision
 Bread Winner mission to get it while y'all wait
 I get the coffee delivered
 Metric ton off the boat in a tall crate
 Maybe I'm havin' an off day
 Maybe I had a heart and my heart changed
 Look in the mirror
 I see a great man
 Look in the mirror
 I see a great man
 Just look in the mirror
 I see a great man
 I see a great man
 I see a great man
 I used to live like a caveman
 Stressin' 'til I done got grey hairs
 Me and Odell Beckham havin' conversations
 Relatin' with life, well
 I told 'em I used to have nightmares
 Of somebody killin' me, tryna get rid of me
 Bitch, I'm really retarded
 You gotta finish me right there
 Say Mazzi was smiling when somebody shot him
 Diamonds don't hit in the night air
 Lemme me breathe for a minute
 I mean, did a nigga really not think this day would come?
 I mean from allah we come to allah we must return
 I pour a four in a two liter
 And remember some joy and we all well
 I put a hoe in a two-seater
 I press on the floor and the car bail
 Runnin' the raw like a Barksdale
 Dump through the miles with the cartel
 Say you a dog with a small tail
 Low to the ground with a large heater
 The hoe that you lovin', she garbage
 I'ma go vroom in a Corvette
 Take your shoes off in the apartment
 We could go sit on the carpet
 Look, I made you some tea, she got all wet
 But I am not fallin' for all that
 I hit from the back and she all yeah
 Now you gotta leave and don't call back
 I hit from the back and she all yeah
 Now you gotta leave and don't call back
 Only the player shit I entertain
 I done matured, I was bein' lame
 I had some cuts turned into stains
 You know I'm still prayin', fully flate
 I'm still affilated with the gang
 Bread Winner Gang (Bread Winner Gang)
 Cop lights, no lookin' around at the stop light
 These niggas be actin' they not right
 And the security top flight
 That might've went over your head a lil' bit
 But it come off of Friday with Mike Epps
 Smokin' a clip with a nice hep
 We tryna celebrate another season
 I'm tryna levitate it out of reachin'
 I'm tryna meditate you with my breathin'
 I'm tryin' better ways of livin' decent
 I'm on some medication, got me thinkin'
 I roll a cigarillo with sativa
 I'm on a different level on the keesh
 (Yeah) I'm on a different level on the keesh
 (Ayy) I'm on a different level on the keesh