Lyrics:
Far Man O The Year

. And there's plenty of time to carry. He carries what they don't want the sun to see They just want their son to be man o' the year Oh, mother Father

get some real estate Muthafucka, come up, fuck a bitch Better get somethin' you can own, asshole White man ain't givin' up shit Word o' life Although

Yeah, thank you Thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time

My ba'y bro blast burners at cats who got gell They burnt a range with a Molotov cocktail My little man got fourteen years for car-jackin' a undercover

shit talk loud and pack gats You got a fuckin' pistol, now you think you're a VIP man But you can get cut because you'd be just like the next man Holdin

in the house Bad Ass Anthony Banks, doin' big thangs Short Dog, always representin', always talkin' shit, big shit (That's what we do) It's been about 15 long years

t buggin out so far Watchin me pretend to be another rap star Through my eyes he saw a child changin Growin up to be a man and leave behind the shootin

shine Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine Guess who's the odd man out, I guess

Yeah, uh, uh I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal I learned that nobody else can be held accountable But you for your career not your