Who's the Man - Bizzle, J.R.

Woah, huh?

Woah, huh?

Switching lanes on the highway

Nearly hit a BM, I see him in my blind space

Tried to apologize, then I saw the guy

Race up on the side and throw his middle finger up in my face (You see this

clown?)

I figured that was it, but then he goes around (Oh…)

Pulling up in front of me and slowing down

Homie, what the issue?

He don’t know I with the

And my wife and kids with me in this whip, too, it’s going down (Going down!)

My wife is saying «Chill,» but, the man in me

Is saying: «How you let him play you in front of your family?»

(What?

You scared?)

I threw my hands up, my wife put 'em down (Oh…)

She said: «The kids scared, baby, look around!»

(Uh)

That’s when she put her hand on my chest, and said:

«You know they gon' remember how you handled this test» (Humph!)

And if I fail it, ain’t no telling what it’s gon' cause (Real talk)

So, I just took that L, and then, I drove off

Mmm, some wins look just like losses

Look like losses

Or you can take an L and feel you’ve won

But it just might cost ya' (But it just might cost ya')

Who the man?

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Look)

Yeah, son, what really makes you the man?

Oh-hoo-hoo!

Who the man?

Now, I’m at the crib trying to pray about it (Trying to pray)

'Cause I been feeling like a sucker all day about it

It’s bittersweet: the more I sit and think, the more it gets to me (Hmm)

Then, I trip to sleep, and it plays back differently (Oh…)

He flips me off and starts speeding up

Jumped in front of us and still got his middle finger up (Alright, I got you)

Now, I’m mad, so, I swing the whip back around

On the side and throw my hands up, like: «What's cracking now?»

(What's up,

homie?)

He crack a smile and I don’t trust it, 'cause his hands are down

I go to grab the ratchet, but this cat already has it out

My wife screams, by the time I looked up, he’s clapping out

I dropped the gun, and started gunning on the gas, mashing out (Skrrt!)

I think I’m hit, got blood all on my chest

Lift my shirt up, but, I can’t find a hole in my flesh

«Babe, I think I’m hit, just help me check!

Babe?»

(«Babe, get up…») «Babe, get up!

Babe!

No!!!»

Mmm, some wins look just like losses

Look like losses

Or you can take an L and feel you’ve won

But it just might cost ya' (But it just might cost ya')

Who the man?

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Look)

Yeah, son, what really makes you the man?

Oh-hoo-hoo!

Who the man?

It’s funny, feeling like a sucker don’t seem as bad

Compared to losin' wifey and being a single dad (Real talk)

He could have missed her and hit the kids

Then, how could I live knowing they died so I could be the man?

Man, it’s kinda scary, though (Scary, though)

As I sit and run through these different scenarios

Honestly, I thought I’d feel better with him hitting me

Until I’ve seen the misery they left with missing me (Wow…)

But, what if I move quicker and I get the squeeze?

Then, I live to see 'em from my cell when they visit me (That ain’t cool…)

And that one ain’t a win, but them other two

Got the first L starting to look like a W (Think about it…)

I’m guessin' it’s the answer to my prayers

But peep, though, in which version was I the hero?

(Huh?)

I guess the real question you should ask me, though (Uh)

Is: was I trying to protect my fam or my ego?

Bizzle

Mmm, some wins look just like losses

Look like losses

Or you can take an L and feel you’ve won

But it just might cost ya' (But it just might cost ya')

Who the man?

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Look)

Yeah, son, what really makes you the man?

Oh-hoo-hoo!

Who the man?