Letras: Trae & Z-Ro. It Is What It Is. Who's The Man.

[Intro: Lil' Keke sampler]
"Who's the man, who's the boss,
Who's the nigga that paid the cost?
I really don't give a damn
'cause I'm the one who's gonna take the lout"

[singing: Z-Ro]
I'm just out here, on my grind

[Verse: Z-Ro]
Huh,
I remember strugglin way back when
But now I lay back in mabach, benz
18's in the trunk with bass packed in
It's real here I'm not one of them fake black men
I never been a hater, hatin ain't where it's at
My finger where the 7 and a half karat's at
You ain't even got to wonder what the women starin at
Like ready to fuck us quick so they can get they ass back
But they don't know about Joseph Wayne
Psycopath gangsta slash soulja mayne
We rides on niggas and disguise on niggas
It feels nothin like ki's full of novacaine
That's why you never see me on BET
When I beat up a rapper he'll file charges on me
To the rest of the ghetto won't get a B-O-N-D
I'd rather die than live life in the penitentiary
But these days you gotta be straight
Even when I'm at home I go to sleep with the gat
The grave is where most of my niggas sleepin at
All the screwed up click legends they never comin back
Like screw, big steve, big hawk, and fat pat
When they cross me up it's better to back back
Mo City Texas will open up yo bag
When the killas get killed and the jackas get jacked
I used to smoke sherm and sip that drank mayne
Get stuck at the intersection and watch the light change
Ostrich interior hand full of wood grain
Sittin car body wide enough to take up both lanes
I chunk up the deuce for the north and the south
And them boys think they hard but they soft, (and they soft)
And I blow a lot of money but I blow up in my fault
Cause I'm platinum bound and I'm still hot